Of Plants and Men

Posted on by lindsay
Plants irritate me. I like the way they look, I like the idea of a room filled with lush, beautiful plants, but I can't stand the amount of commitment they require. The need to be watered regularly is just too much for me to handle.It started back when I was teaching religion class. As a Christmas gift, one of my students gave me a pink pointsetta. The plant was hideous - the flowers looked like balled-up pink tissues - and I immediately removed the offensively festive red and green metallic foil from around the pot. Within three days of having the ugly and needy plant in my kitchen, I drove it over to my parents' house and presented it as a holiday gift. However, to thank me for teaching the class, that same student presented me with a cute little plant with bright yellow flowers back in May. I actually ...continue reading.

Just a quick word.

Posted on by lindsay
You may have noticed that I've been writing on here less lately. It's not intentional; I've just been with preoccupied so many other things that writing for fun has become something I always think about doing and never actually do (like flossing or driving the speed limit). So what's been going on?Well, first there's school. I'm trying to finish college this month, and apparently Mason decided that they had not consumed enough of my time/money/soul in the past few years, so my last two classes have been more than compensating. I'd rather be eaten by angry slugs than write another case analysis paper, and yet there are six of them standing between me and officially graduating. Work has also been, um, fun. As law school approaches and my window of time for being gainfully employed dwindles, I've been trying to put in as many hours as possible. The result is ...continue reading.

A Sense of Inadequacy

Posted on by lindsay
After class the other night, I walked with some friends through the rain and swampy humidity to the parking garage. My hair was doing unmentionable things, my shirt was wrinkled, and my pants and hiking boots were soaked, but despite looking homeless, I stood by my car to conclude a conversation about an upcoming midterm. As we stood there talking, a familiar-looking girl walked by and paused, obviously thinking that I too looked familiar.I knew her name immediately: Alka Gupta. I remembered her distinctly as being the mousy, quiet girl who rode the same bus as me for the first two years of high school. She wasn't exactly uncool; just willingly bound by rules imposed by overly conservative parents. At least that's what I got from the times we spoke, which were rare because I was too busy trying to be the Malibu Barbie of the bus.She began, "Did you ...continue reading.

He Called It Pragmatism

Posted on by lindsay
Dad: "I'm looking at your budget here, and I see one big expense that is not truly necessary. The dog."Lindsay: "I could never get rid of him! He's a dog, not a designer purse!"Dad: "We're being realistic here. You need to make sacrifices."Lindsay: "I'd rather sever my right leg!"Dad: "Your right leg isn't costing you anything."Lindsay: "But he's my best friend!"Dad: "Your best friend is very expensive. And he's going to die in ten years."Lindsay: Horror. Silence.