a brief moment of joy in a day of grad school misery:

I was walking up to Cabell Hall, the illustrious building in which the Sociology Dept is housed, and I saw my friend and grad school comrade Bobbie through the window of the Soc Grad Lounge.  I looked around to see how many UVA students might be party to my deviance, and I called her name.  When she turned to look out the window, I lifted my shirt and flashed my braless torso.  When I got up to the fifth floor, she was there waiting for me, laughing and shaking her head.  She said I made her day, and it made mine, too.

isn’t this what college is all about? (yikes)  Despite the momentary pleasure, I’m feeling despondent that this is what my radicalism has boiled down to.