Gulp

On Monday, my Media Studies classmates brought wine again. Prior to going, I had committed myself to not drinking, because I didn't want to make imbibing a weekly habit. Figuring it wouldn't be best to demonstrate any alcoholic tendencies in front of my professor/thesis reader, I opted to slowly sip on one glass so as not to seem too anti-social. Midway through class, however, the professor, also participating in some wine tasting, expressed what a great idea it is to turn class into a "symposium-style" and that ey hopes this tradition will continue in future senior seminar classes. That, combined with the fact that I learned this class would be the last time we would meet together as a large group, was enough to sway me to "catch up" to the fellow lushes and enjoy class in an altered state. Returning home on my bicycle (which though illegal, is significantly less lethal than a car), I failed to notice until I was nearly back that I had accidentally turned the gears into the most difficult position, making my uphill ride a complete disaster.

Tonight, I went to an event where two professors screened and discussed some of their video projects. It was great and, you'll never believe it, also featured an immense amount of wine. The Media Studies department is facilitating a rapid descent from intellectualism to alcoholism. Who needs grad school when the Claremont Colleges are handing us the tools to move straight to tortured artist status?