Please read - I'm trying something a bit different.
Posted: Fri Nov 14, 2014 3:51 pm
I’ve got my Benny Goodman on and I’m swing dancing with my shadow. It’s always too quiet so I crank up the volume to “You’ve Turned the Tables on Me” and grin the lyrics out as I flail across my kitchen floor. My balance has never been stellar, my twin kicked around my spine in utero and left me lacking in dexterity. Still, when my only audience is that groovy track, I feel we have a mutual understanding and shake on.
I’ve got six hours to complete my final essay for my undergraduate career – I’m deconstructing William Wordsworth’s concept of knowledge and wisdom. Alongside this, there’s studying for a final in another class, preparations for the graduation ceremony, contacting my intern coordinator in Washington DC – finding a place to live in Washington DC – cleaning up to move out of my apartment, and making it to my final shift at Chevron. There is stuff to do! The thick air of excitement permeates my silent room and smears my face with a foolish grin.
I’ve got a fantastic boyfriend in Washington, DC. He’s into reality television, I’m more of a Fritz Lang kind of guy. My man eventually took me in when my pharmaceutical-addicted landlady began threatening and harassing me. While living with him, I attempted to have my parents meet him to no avail. They’ve known about my sexual orientation for seven years but their religious affiliation has quaked a fissure between us. I don’t let it get me down; my boyfriend is my hero! There isn’t enough time to dwell on bigotry when the sound of his voice brightens the room.
I’ve got employment with Horizon Air, a regional airline based in Seattle. I’m lucky to be working – I need to begin saving for law school! The name of the game is customer service and I’ve been in the industry since I was seventeen. Over the years I’ve developed my own personal spin on service: I’m just a guy – you’re just a customer. No hierarchy, no condescension, no stiff robotic conversations. Admittedly, much of my philosophy stems from the Sociology courses I took in college. I solve problems for over two hundred people a day and each person promises a new opportunity to help – or, a Meadean sense, a chance to build a more meaningful reality. Many of my coworkers who have worked the industry far longer than I shrug the notion off and have given me the moniker “Fresh”. One coworker even told me “You work here long enough, we’ll wipe that smile off your face for sure!” I replied in earnest, telling him I’ve worked with clients for many years and that it’s simply who I am.
I’ve got a grin! My life has been blessed with obstacles of all shapes and sizes. As far back as I can remember, tomorrow has tugged my sleeve and promised a brighter day. This may read as cooky and sentimental, but it is the reality I have chosen. Whether in Thousand Oaks, Bellingham, Seattle, or Washington DC, I am adamant on the verge of stubbornness to foster an optimistic atmosphere; after all, negativity never has and never will overpower negativity. Again, this axiom is my reality and in my life I have experienced its veracity.
Enthusiasm rests in my back pocket and I will carry it with me into the legal career; it’s only one Benny Goodman track away. All I require now lays in the hands of a university seeking out somebody Fresh.
I’ve got six hours to complete my final essay for my undergraduate career – I’m deconstructing William Wordsworth’s concept of knowledge and wisdom. Alongside this, there’s studying for a final in another class, preparations for the graduation ceremony, contacting my intern coordinator in Washington DC – finding a place to live in Washington DC – cleaning up to move out of my apartment, and making it to my final shift at Chevron. There is stuff to do! The thick air of excitement permeates my silent room and smears my face with a foolish grin.
I’ve got a fantastic boyfriend in Washington, DC. He’s into reality television, I’m more of a Fritz Lang kind of guy. My man eventually took me in when my pharmaceutical-addicted landlady began threatening and harassing me. While living with him, I attempted to have my parents meet him to no avail. They’ve known about my sexual orientation for seven years but their religious affiliation has quaked a fissure between us. I don’t let it get me down; my boyfriend is my hero! There isn’t enough time to dwell on bigotry when the sound of his voice brightens the room.
I’ve got employment with Horizon Air, a regional airline based in Seattle. I’m lucky to be working – I need to begin saving for law school! The name of the game is customer service and I’ve been in the industry since I was seventeen. Over the years I’ve developed my own personal spin on service: I’m just a guy – you’re just a customer. No hierarchy, no condescension, no stiff robotic conversations. Admittedly, much of my philosophy stems from the Sociology courses I took in college. I solve problems for over two hundred people a day and each person promises a new opportunity to help – or, a Meadean sense, a chance to build a more meaningful reality. Many of my coworkers who have worked the industry far longer than I shrug the notion off and have given me the moniker “Fresh”. One coworker even told me “You work here long enough, we’ll wipe that smile off your face for sure!” I replied in earnest, telling him I’ve worked with clients for many years and that it’s simply who I am.
I’ve got a grin! My life has been blessed with obstacles of all shapes and sizes. As far back as I can remember, tomorrow has tugged my sleeve and promised a brighter day. This may read as cooky and sentimental, but it is the reality I have chosen. Whether in Thousand Oaks, Bellingham, Seattle, or Washington DC, I am adamant on the verge of stubbornness to foster an optimistic atmosphere; after all, negativity never has and never will overpower negativity. Again, this axiom is my reality and in my life I have experienced its veracity.
Enthusiasm rests in my back pocket and I will carry it with me into the legal career; it’s only one Benny Goodman track away. All I require now lays in the hands of a university seeking out somebody Fresh.