TASP has ran its course. It’s been fun with the people I’ve met and bothered to talk to but….I have a life outside of this “utopian” world. I feel sorry for the people here who really have nothing to return to – no outlet through which they can channel all of their opinions and intelligence. no one to engage and challenge them. no one to entrust with their darkest secrets. But i have nice friends and a cool home and a great school. I’m not going to pretend that these were the most wonderful people I’ve ever met. It was interesting – really, it was. I’ve learned about cultural relativism, solidarity, and the wonders of live jazz. I had fun walking down the street, linked arm-in-arm singing union songs and anthems for socialistic uprisings. But 6 weeks is just enough before I’m ready to blow my head off out of frustration. It was an experience of a lifetime. But this next week will involve my thinking of home, planning the rest of my awesome summer, and basically trying to squeeze non-existent juice out the lemons metaphorically acclaimed as TASP.
August 2, 2008...3:41 pm
Squeezing dry lemons
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August 6, 2008 at 3:36 am
that’s downright gay. ( and depressing) why didn’t you socialize wherever the hell you were? SERIOUSLY. stop being cynical and only look at the upside of things. Damn. Some people really don’t appreciate having company.