Strother brought me a graduation present tonight: a floating crane-kick Trinity doll. Remind me to put it up on the cam when I’m done beatboxing.
Strother is a friend and a frosher, which of course makes him somewhat subhuman, but he’s really grown on me this term. I think he’s the only talented actor I’ve seen come into the drama program here without a chip on his shoulder, and I think that’s terribly admirable. He’s also, like Sumana, someone I was surprised to find brilliant at Dance Dance Revolution (at which, I discovered last night, I am exactly as good as you would expect).
So. A graduation gift (and Lisa got me another one–remind me to talk about that too), and tomorrow morning is my very last final, and tonight I wandered around this campus in the half-light and thought about how very small it was. I am leaving it in a week, more or less for good. This evening it felt like the quiet part in the suite, where the flute is playing, right before the timpani come back in.
Ender had been so long without sunlight that the light nearly blinded him. He squinted and sneezed and wanted to get back indoors. Everything was far away and flat; the ground seemed to fall away, so that on level ground Ender felt as though he were on a pinnacle. The pull of real gravity felt different and he scuffed his feet when he walked. He hated it. He wanted to go back home, back to the Battle School, the only place in the universe where he belonged.
