Last night was my end-of-semester cohort potluck. I have to say, we were a pretty bedraggled bunch. One woman lost her father in a motorcycle accident last week, another’s husband broke his back on Sunday. Others are sick, or stressed, or lonely, or just plain exhausted. Our advisor is jumping ship next week, headed back to Colorado to be with her family before our program even finishes. It’s forgivable, considering she lost her son just weeks before the school year started. Yeah, on the spectrum of cohort tragedies, my break up ranks pretty low.
We ate good food, gave out cheesy awards, and hugged the shit out of each other. We have a few summer courses yet, but we won’t be together for all of them, and by the end of June it will all be over. I can’t believe a) how hard it’s been, and b) how fast it’s gone. In any event, I love and admire my cohort so deeply. A few of us went for beers after the potluck. We complained about every damn thing and toasted our own resilience. They were good to talk to about matters of the heart, too. So loving, so not about cliches. They didn’t do the whole “he’s a jerk, you don’t need him” bit, because they know he’s not a jerk. I’m thankful for that. And I’m thankful for the healing affects of good cold beer. Mmm. Thank you Germans, or whoever made beer in the first place. It is truly a magical beverage.
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I guess I’m a little late, but sorry to hear about everything. I was there not to long ago and I know it just plain old sucks. Look at it this way; you’re graduating, will most definitely get a new job that you’ll love, and things will all fall into place. If they don’t, you could always do what I did and spend your financial aid money on a trip to Costa Rica, but I don’t advise that. I’m lying, I totally do.
You are right about the beer. While the first recorded beer was in ancient Egypt, it is generally believed that beer was independently invented among various cultures throughout the world. And modern methods of producing lager were started in Bavaria in the 1830s in what is now Germany… so you’re right. :) (from wikipedia)
I knew someone would comment up in here with the facts about beer genesis. Oh those industrious Germans.
You’re welcome! ;)
Break-ups are in the air, and boy do they suck. know that you have a friend in a similar situation in denver, we can comiserate (sp?) long distance. my boy definately was a jerk, so you are one up on me, but i understand the heart burn. my suggestion: sluppees and deathcab for cutie.
yeh that jerk line only works in context…
sounds like you need a holiday!
Oh Sam!!
I’m sorry (X3) that you are getting hit with this too right now. You are solid gold, friend. I’m sure there’s a line of Monks waiting to punch him in the face, but give me a number and I’ll join that line.
Piu Piu, YES. I need a holiday…
Sorry about the multi comments, erase them already, i don’t know how i did that.
smiles.
and yes there was/is a line w/ fists ready, but i have put out a call for pity and disappointment, so you can send that into the world