Drawing days are so much fun. We sit outside the building and sketch from life. It pours down rain, but aside from Ann (my knee-socked dorm mate), none of us care. We’re too into the drawing to mind the wet, even as our notepads get soaked and our pencils rip holes in the paper.
Derek sits as far away from me as possible, so I take that as a sign to pay attention to my work, and not to him.
You never know. Maybe he’s sitting behind you so he can draw you!
After class, I call Cid to see if he wants to catch a film with me. I hear there’s a neat independent film showing.
We’re talking, then I notice a guy performing magic tricks for tips. He’s making pigeons disappear and flames turn into roses. I head over to watch, but then Cid comes storming towards me, looking very angry, like he’s going to yell at me. Is he mad because I left our conversation to watch the magician?
I want to break that pattern that’s happened with Chauncey and Derek, so I deflect.
“Let’s head in to get good seats!”
Half-way through the movie, Cid mutters something about “worst time ever” and he leaves the theater.
I stay to watch the rest of the film. I’m so engrossed in it that I hardly even register that Cid left.
When I step out of theater after the movie’s over, though, it hits me. I’ve been ditched.
I feel like I lost a friend. This makes the third guy who became my friend quick, started to become something else, and then rejected me. Bummer. I think I’ll just forget about guys for a while.
It’s OK. Being alone is pretty neat.
While I ride home, I think about the film, “Corduroy Glasses.”
I’m not sure what the film signified. I think it has something to do with perceiving reality through a warped world view, so what one perceives isn’t really reality–whatever that is–but one’s culturally defined perceptions.
I think about taking off my corduroy glasses. Isn’t that what college is all about? To learn what is one’s culture, what others’ cultures are, how our cultures inform our world views, and then to begin to make conscious choices about what we might want to discard and what we might want to preserve of our own cultural heritage, precepts, and constructs?
God! I am so excited to be here! No wonder I always wanted to come to college! Who needs guys when we can take off our glasses and look at the world, as if for the first time?
There you go!
When I get home, Derek calls and invites me to a party. What? I thought Derek hated me.
Cid lives in Derek’s dorm, so maybe I’ll see him there, and I’ll be able to talk with him, and we can re-establish our friendship. I bet he wouldn’t think “Corduroy Glasses” was such a dopey film if he knew what it meant.
What happened to “Yay, independence?”
Cid is streaking through the quad, yelling at the top of his lungs.
I realize that know may not be the best time to talk with him about culturally constructed world views.
Inside, I notice a cute guy with long dark hair. Oh. It’s Anoki Moon. I’ve heard of him. I feel an instant connection to him, like maybe I’ve known him in another life.
He’s surrounded by girls.
Are the corduroy glasses on or off right now?
When the women head over to the keg, I approach.
“I feel sirens going off,” I tell him, “but I’m not heeding any warnings.”
“You’re Cathy!” he says. “I heard about you. Derek and Cid don’t stop talking about you.”
And I feel all kinds of awkward.
Anoki and I begin bonding over our shared vegetarianism. He tells me he’ll get me a great recipe for veggie burgers that he has up in his room. Before he does, the two women come back from the keg. One of them looks really mad.
“Burgers!” She yells at Anoki. “Not bloody salad! You should be eating burgers, fool!”
“OK, so first of all,” Anoki says,”I would never eat bloody salad. And second of all, where do you get off deciding who can be vegetarian and who can’t? It’s my body.”
It’s time for me to go, anyway.
Just once, I’d like to have a peaceful, friendly conversation with somebody, where nobody gets mad, nobody gets insulted, nobody gets offended, and we all find common ground and appreciate each other.
That’s a great goal. Don’t lose it!
So far, all I’ve encountered has been conflict. I’m kinda into peace. I’m hoping to create a peaceful world. And I thought that a lot of people my generation agreed with me. But how are we supposed to create peace when we fight with each other? We need new sets of corduroy glasses.
I get home and just as I’m getting ready for bed, I notice some strange lights outside.
I feel my corduroy glasses being ripped off my head!
Next thing I know, I’m standing out back of the dorm, with a weird feeling in my head and all these strange sensations in every orifice. Ugh. What happened?
Relax. Breathe. You’ll be OK. Once you truly succeed in escaping your culturally constructed world view, your memories of these events will return. Until then, just know that you are home now, and you are safe.
In the distance, I see a figure riding away on a bicycle.
I guess life still feels random to me.