Thursday, June 12, 2003

I walked out of my last undergraduate final in a daze today, gentle reader, and a happy one at that. Tonight would’ve been an ideal time to talk about the sublime, Paternism, fin-de-siècle, and other choice bits, but I’ve since jettisoned them from my brain. Lucky you!

With a blank slate firmly embedded in my skull, I groggily went on a trip–made road trip by the atrocious traffic–with Esther to Oak Park. Though the traffic was horrendous, the trip was wholly enjoyable. We visited some of Frank Lloyd Wright’s magnum opuses, grazed at Maple Tree Restaurant, conversed, drove by opulent Norshore houses, and had an overall fun time, all with that pleasant mobility characteristic of college life.

I will miss such days, you know, but as the peerless Mr. Harthouse said in Hard Times, “What will be, will be.” May the Lord help me purge my mind of Dickens.