I changed my declared major from math to religious studies. It wasn’t that I was feeling some sense of religiosity, but rather because I was looking for answers. Also, a certain math professor left my self-confidence in ruins. I worked for the Mondale Campaign that summer. I remember commuting to work on the #16 bus along University Avenue in St. Paul. I wrote more poetry this year, probably, than all the other years of my life combined.
[This entry is part of a timeline I am making using this blog. I am writing a single entry for each year of my life, which when viewed together in order will provide a sort of timeline. This entry wasn’t written in 1984 – it was written in the future.]
Month: December 1984
Caveat: Arcata Christmas
During my second year in college I went to study in Paris for the "January term." Before going to Paris, I went home to Arcata from St Paul. This picture is in the dining room at the Arcata house, with some friends (coworkers? co-grad-students?) of my mother, by the names of Diana (who I don't remember at all) and Colleen (whom I remember but not very well). They and I and my uncle Arthur are playing some game… Trivial Pursuit? I look so skinny.
[The "retroblogging" project: this is a "back-post" written and added 2012-12-25. I've decided to "fill-in" my blog all the way back. It's a big project. But there's no time limit, right?]