July 3, 2006
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“When I leave here, I’m going alone. It’s not like it hurts much anyway.” –The Academy Is-
So many of these kids are pseudo-Ivy League trust fund kids… they spend $45,000 a year on tuition and their parents are doctors, lawyers, professors. They’re nice & they’re fun & they’re intelligent… but they can’t possibly understand what it’s like to be me & my friends. They don’t know kids who don’t go to college. They can’t comprehend being unable to afford an out-of-state university.
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The Blue/Orange line was out of order on our way home from the Union Station Theatre, so we waited for the Red upstairs instead… but the B/O came while we were upstairs. Josh yelled, “It’s here!” & we thundered down the escalators en masse, making it onto the right train just in time, where we collapsed into our seats in peals of laughter, rehashing the hilarity of our episode. We were basically like the McAllister family in the airport before Christmas vacation.
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I don’t have work tomorrow, because the day before the Fourth in D.C. is a holiday in itself. David organized a D.C.-wide scavenger hunt, so Marla & I are preparing our maps & tourbooks & comfortable shoes & we’re taking this thing onnnn! D.C. Nationals game at night, too, which ought to be a good time. I just hope it doesn’t rain for Tuesday’s fireworks.
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I got multiple news reports from the homefront today, & I feel like I’m missing out on so much. I’m glad I’m in D.C. because I’m enjoying myself, but it’s depressing to miss major occurrences. Kevin, Sam, Ryan, Mike… something relatively big has happened with each of them & I’m missing it all! Shooooooot.
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