April 2004

Thursday, 29 April 2004:
Today is my lat day of classes for an entire semester. That means boo and yay. My first final is today… boo. But then at least one will be over… yay. I have a presentation about music during the gay rights movement today… boo. But then I won’t have to think about it at all anymore after I finish it… yay. I have to go to a class I haven’t been to in a while… boo. But it’s the last one forever (assuming I pass)… yay. After today, I won’t have to think about ONE of my classes ever again (the one with the final). Let’s see, what else? I’ve got my schedule for next year… at least the classes. They are: Studies in 19th Century Literature, Introduction to Creative Writing, The Middle Ages, and the Self and the Other. That is, in order, two English classes, one History class, and one “Mind, Self, and Spirit” class. I’m looking forward to next semester. I’ve decided my major: English with a concentration in Creative Writing. I’ll minor or double major in History with a concentration in United States History. Whee. What fun. Seriously, to me, that sounds like a lot of fun. I can’t wait!

Monday, 12 April 2004:
Oh yea, oh yea… (sings:) It’s all coming togetheeeeerrrrr! It’s aaaaaaaalllll coming togeeeeeetherrrrr! (speaks:) I’ve got two papers to do that I’m not too terribly worried about as yet (since they’re both due in more than two weeks), I’ve finished the first draft of Amedeus’ back story and the second draft of my resume. And speaking of which, the first draft of my resume was a page long and the second is THREE pages long! Gah! Must… condense… ack! Anyway, I’m really not in a bad mood now, which is surprising because I have a ton of homework. Next up is finishing the first draft of one of the papers and calculating how much each hour in class costs my parents to see if it’s worth actually going to them or not (likelihood: it IS worth going). We’ll see how that goes. Love you all. Ciao.

Tuesday, 06 April 2004:
I now announce the creation and launch of The Tales of the Shmunt, a site I created for a friend (who is commonly known as the Shmunt). It’s in its beginning stages, seeing as I just spent only about two hours working on the background and the other aspects of the site. Obviously it’s not much… yet. We’ll see if my friend can come up with more comics and other friends can come up with fan comics (should they feel so inclined). I’ll be changing it around as the site progresses, but for now, the site as it now will have to do. Please email me comments and suggestions and help make the site better than ever! Ah, and so my days of webmistressing are revived.

Friday, 02 April 2004:
This is to my friends in the Fellowship of the Feet. Please know that I thought of you all when I read this. I love you all. I know we can work things out. Read on:

SCHOOL LUNCH IS NO PICNIC AFTER GIRLFRIENDS BREAK APART

Thu Apr 1, 8:03 PM EST
By Abigail Van Buren

DEAR ABBY: My friends and I are in eighth grade. This is our last year together. We’ll be going to different high schools in the fall.

“Allie,” “Betty,” “Carol,” “Diane,” “Emma,” “Fran,” “Gail,” “Hannah,” “Ivy” and I sit together at lunch. The table is pretty crowded, so we took a vote that two people should leave the circle. Allie and Betty had to move to another table. After lunch, Carol said she didn’t think it was fair to vote friends out of the circle. I realized she was right, so I passed a note to Diane about not wanting to break up the circle and what Carol had said. I said we should all sit at the same table again. Diane said OK.

The next day, we all got together at our regular table, but Emma and Fran got into a fight. No one liked anyone anymore. The circle was officially broken. Now four of the girls sit at the original table; the rest of us sit at a picnic table. I’m the only one who’s friends with everybody from the circle.

It hurts me to see my friends separated at lunch time. Will you please print this letter and let them know it was wrong to break up the circle? I want my friends to reconsider: Remember who your friends are. Think about the good times we’ve had and that I’m all of y’all’s friend! — BROKENHEARTED IN FLORIDA

DEAR BROKENHEARTED: Your mistake was in taking the vote in the first place. I’m printing your letter in the hope that your circle can be mended. If it can’t be, console yourself by understanding that, much as we might wish it, not all friendships last forever. As people mature, they sometimes change or have less in common.

Viannah E. Duncan

Viannah E. Duncan is a writer and activist hailing originally from Los Angeles. She lives outside of Baltimore, Maryland, and holds an MFA in Creative Writing from Wilkes University. She has a cat, Cleo.

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