The Light (part 2)
by Jeni
The green grass grows at eye-level out of our basement window. Bright green shoots through beautiful black and brown soil reaching to the impeccable blue sky. With each rainfall comes more green; with each sunny day comes taller stalks. The sunset sets Bockman's brick ablaze and a boring building transforms to something beautiful. My nostalgia, like my cup, overflows.
How can 6 years (yes, 6) come down to two weeks? It is time to say goodbye.
Tonight while Colin was in class I turned on my favorite and his least favorite artist, Mason Jennings. The goal: to clean a mountain of dishes and clean the kitchen floor, at least just a little. The outcome: clean dishes, pruny digits and many, many sung songs. One song, from the album Use Your Voice, made me think of my time and its ending here. I realized that I was breaking up with this place.
The video:
Today's chapel preacher, Kendy Mohn, made the passing joke that she graduated 4 years ago which only makes her irrelevant to the students here now (except for me and my chapel companion of the day, Andy; we were here when she defined what this school was to and for students.) She's right, though. With each passing year the seminary takes on a fresh face as different passions, ideals and interests change, insofar as students have the ability.
Mason sings:
We leave not only because it's time and there is a new place for us to define and be defined by, but also because it's time to make space for who comes next: fresh juniors, sent interns, returning seniors from internship and, frankly, the middlers who really define this place.
**well, at its best anyway; often but not always.
How can 6 years (yes, 6) come down to two weeks? It is time to say goodbye.
Tonight while Colin was in class I turned on my favorite and his least favorite artist, Mason Jennings. The goal: to clean a mountain of dishes and clean the kitchen floor, at least just a little. The outcome: clean dishes, pruny digits and many, many sung songs. One song, from the album Use Your Voice, made me think of my time and its ending here. I realized that I was breaking up with this place.
The video:
Today's chapel preacher, Kendy Mohn, made the passing joke that she graduated 4 years ago which only makes her irrelevant to the students here now (except for me and my chapel companion of the day, Andy; we were here when she defined what this school was to and for students.) She's right, though. With each passing year the seminary takes on a fresh face as different passions, ideals and interests change, insofar as students have the ability.
Mason sings:
...To me this love was true and shining**While I have, more than a few times, thought about breaking up with Seminary, some this year but mostly my first year, leaving, graduating and commencing something new isn't a break-up so much as it is a break-in, into something new.
These years were real and defining
Please don't forget how much I meant to you
When you are redefined by someone new
We leave not only because it's time and there is a new place for us to define and be defined by, but also because it's time to make space for who comes next: fresh juniors, sent interns, returning seniors from internship and, frankly, the middlers who really define this place.
**well, at its best anyway; often but not always.
posted by Jeni at 10:59 PM
2 Comments:
natalie mocks his vocals every time i put mason on. she can't stand him/i love him. he was, however, toby's first (in utero) concert when he opened for modest mouse. glad to hear the green is good.
Colin mocks him too! What the what?!
Glad to hear that my spouse isn't the only hater (of Mason).
We miss you here, man.
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