I keep trying to write about stuff that's meaningful to me, like playing piano or the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum Heist of 1990 (stay tuned for that one), but it's all really tangled and hard-to-follow. I haven't been sleeping very well, and think my mind is hanging on by a thread. The exciting news is that tomorrow marks the start of Orientation week, which we've been planning all summer.
It's exhilarating to think that all of our hard work is about to come to fruition, but I'm having a hard time doing things like remembering how to breathe. Which is not to imply that this hasn't been an incredibly meaningful job; it has been. I feel so lucky and grateful and excited that everything is coming together, but next to those feelings sits a lot of guilt.
I'm terribly unorganized, and I hate feeling like that inability to prioritize and complete tasks well is affecting others, especially when those others are people who are already going out of their way to help us. I try to remember that I'm only human, and that I'm doing the absolute best that I can. At this point, very little could significantly screw up the week ahead. So many people are collaborating and making sacrifices to make this huge, incredible thing happen, and that makes me feel content, secure, and hopeful.
But that's enough about my feelings.
As paradoxical as it might sound, I'm really just gunning to get more sleep once the semester starts.
Hi Claire! You don't know me very well but I'm another student leader. I read your blog every once and a while and I love it! You're such a great writer. I just want to say thank you for the ridiculous amount of time and effort you and Sheridan have put into orientation. From the perspective of a first-time student leader, you guys have made our job so much easier and so enjoyable. I can't wait for orientation; it looks like the week ahead will be wonderful for both us and the first years.
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