janus-faced tax day (the american dream)
Dropped off the Michener application. That's it. So far as academic obligations go, I never have to write anything more, ever.
I hope this means that, eventually, I will start to enjoy it again.
The winter here is one thing—but the summer, which dropped in from nowhere yesterday, is like being inside someone's mouth. All the same, I will not argue with the sunlight. The little machine in my hindbrain that converts vitamin D into serotonin is going at full throttle, and my sweltering apartment is full of hope and promise. In one month I am out of here. I have decided that east of the Rockies, this continent is bullshit. The summers are too hot and the winters are too cold and everywhere you go is either a city or a farm. You might as well be living in Europe, only you don't get the welfare state.
In August, once I get settled in Arizona, I am going to start a business. It seems like the American thing to do; I am so tired of feeling beholden to institutions. Plus I'm young enough that, if it completely tanks, I can always move in with my dad and not be totally ashamed. He could probably use the company. This impending business will provide standardized test preparation and academic tutoring for high school students, because (sadly) this is still my most marketable skill, and because I like the idea of a job that will leave me alone on weekdays until 3 p.m. I have registered a domain name and I am drawing up course materials this month. It ought to be tried.
