So, Next Trip Across the Pond?

It's almost time to start thinking about England again (there's a joke in there somewhere, but I'm resolutely not looking for it). John and I plan to spend the last half of 2011 at the Palace Court Centre. Chris and his high school buddies want to do a visit after they graduate next year. Some of you have been back since we were there. Any photos or stories you want to share? If you are a former student from 1997, 2001, 2003, 2005, 2007, or 2009, and would like to share your further adventures, email me at karlabennion at hotmail dot com, and I'll give you authorization to post on the blog.

I'm probably going to start posting random stuff from the past again. I'd love to see more from you.

Dismantling Basecamp

"Hey, good work taking the tents down, guys!
I'm just gonna hang back and take pictures."

Ice Age

The Scars of a Poet

Defending a master's thesis is stressful. Writing a master's thesis is stressful. At least, that's what I hear. I don't have a master's thesis. But Kylie and I did watch Annelise defend her thesis, and that was something. It was quite the experience as Annelise and her thesis committee discussed all the topics about the thesis and surrounding the thesis, often with the intellectual level of thought flying well above my head. But while my brain was busting and my own anxieties about grad school and beyond were both relaxing and intensifying, one thing came clear: writing and defending a master's thesis is doable (though don't count on doing it as well as Annelise; not just anyone can give the best thesis defense Kim Johnson has ever been a part of). But something like this isn't knocked out in a couple weeks or a semester, or two semesters. It takes a lotta time and might cost you some scars. I think we've all noticed Annelise's absence during this semester. Well, this is a big reason why (and large doses of Buffy consumption). Give her a break. The last few months her world has probably looked something like this:

But now that she's finished both of these things, perhaps, just maybe we humble undergrads will be graced by more of her presence (last weekend's camping party but a taste of what might be). Which might lift that dark shroud and soothe some of those poetic scars.

Or maybe I'm off on that. Maybe thoughts of hanging around our crazy group only send one into a severe relapse (refer to picture 1). But in any case, congratulations, Annelise, on finishing your master's thesis and rocking the academic, poetic world.

A Warm Place

A Warm Place - Nine Inch Nails

Camping at The Compound

The photos are a little blurred because I really hate using my flash.
Sorry I wasn't there in the morning! I went to sleep alone in a quiet room in my sister's house, and didn't wake up until 9:30. So I missed the snow. If anyone has pix of the morning, post them!

Halloweenies

...at Bess' family Halloween Party. Bess was an Austrian zombie, Christian was from "Pushing Up Daisies," Tina was Artemis (not Diana), Tiffany was...a glitter hippie, I guess (and a very beautiful one at that), and Whitney was a faerie. John was a drunken miner with a pick-ax, but he didn't act any differently than normal, and I was a witch because I have a witch's hat. What all did everybody else do?
Bess' family lives in a great place, by the way. I wanted to explore down to the water, but didn't dare. They really do Halloween. It was a lot of fun.