Skip to content

edu180atl: emily dardaman 9.18.12

September is the changing time. It’s when all of a sudden, tests start layering on top of each other like middle schoolers planking at a mall. The blistering Georgia heat is torn away in fits and starts, clinging on to every last lazy minute—but time has moved on. The pace and the breeze and that funny smell of longing in the air have swept us from summer to fall. Today is a blustery snapshot—the kind of dizzy excitement and aching that September means. Today, the whitewashed halls are strewn with bright paper and battered basement furniture.  Homecoming week—students stumbling around dressed in Snuggies and Morphsuits while teachers try desperately to get us to think past our false mustaches.

Careers and applications and other business specters dip their fingers into every part of my life now. My family dances on eggshells around the television, hoping nothing sad will come on while I try to justify the last 17 years of my life to the admissions advisors.  In Economics we talk about the M&M marketing campaigns and how the politicians are destroying us all. In Literature we learn how to accept the controversial girl in class.  At home my brother and I build little houses out of Legos as if they’re a time machine and the only conflict is over who gets the last blue two-er brick.  September is the changing time. September is the crash of dumping over the box, trying to put the right pieces together.

About the author:  Emily Dardaman (@dardasaurus_rex) is a dreamer, writer, athletic-attempter who loves simple things and complicated words. 

Advertisements
2 Comments Post a comment
  1. Emily, your post is beautifully written, full of powerful imagery and thought-spurring juxtapositions. There is meta-change dangling among the shifts and comparisons you describe here. Thanks for sharing.

    September 19, 2012
  2. What imagery, Emily! Great writing can reveal itself forcefully and instantaneously, or it can take several reads to unpack. I put your reflection in the latter category. I, too, feel the electricity of fall in the air.

    I also sense a sort of electricity when, in my personal and professional relationships, understanding shifts, doors open, and new truths come to light. Thanks to the conditions in which I work, I’m blessed by that experience several times per year.

    September 20, 2012

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: