January 29, 2004
Since coming back to school the complexity of my life, as measured by the number of keys on my keyring, has increased dramatically. Before this, I had a very simple life with simple needs and a simple ring of keys. Bike, house, garage. And that was all there was, because that’s all there needed to be. I remember being at Leslie’s, and having her, Crissa and Dave all waxing scientific on various key-organizing schemes as they examined their incomprehensible collections. The cacophony of clinking was overwhelming, but I remained serene, fingering my three simple keys and thinking how nice it was to live a simple life.
And, now, in addition to those, I have room, suite, Writing Center, and the newly added elevator keys. I need keys to the elevator because CS clinic has moved up to the second floor of the library, because who needs books, anyways? Or maybe it was so we could have more room, which we do, enough to play football, or paintball. Raytheon vs. NeonGecko. Eat it, lizards. The trick, though, is getting there in the first place. We have to take the elevator up from the basement, which requires a key to get the elevator to come, plus an additional key to get the second floor (which, when the lady gave me that key, she said: “This is the one that’ll give you trouble.”), and then you have to sneak past the monkeys…. All in all, I’ve decided that it’s just not worth it. I’m sure somebody will eventually tell me how clinic is going.