Last night my friend Sarah came over for dinner. We were both English majors at EC and darn good ones at that. She lives in Phoenix now, working as an editor and volunteering as a medical interpreter, so we don't see each other as often as we'd like.
It was wonderful to see her and to invoke old names (Erin, Kim, Jamie and McClellan - oh we were all so good). We also had a wonderful discussion about C.S. Lewis. (Oh! how I miss discussing authors, books and literary theory!)
I have always liked Sarah because she's smart, well read, a devout Christian and she tells it like it is. In college, Erin - an AC, Sarah - a fundamental evangelical, and I - a Roman Catholic, had great times together. Bible Studies, praying together, sharing our struggles for holiness, etc. It was a wonderful trio of respect and love. And we'd always proof each other's papers.
Last night made me remember how smart and talented I really am - much more than homemade cookies and pizza and good people skills. I read Jung and Freud once upon a time, and used their theories to dissect novels of the late 1800's, when the novel was a new form of literature and not as smooth as it is now. I don't really want to get my masters, or take another class - I'm still burnt out from that semester of 4 literature classes above the 300 level. But I do miss that Shakespeare seminar where we had intelligent conversations and laughed so hard we cried.
Book club, anyone?