||[Apr. 9th, 2003|01:11 pm]
Moving makes you sort through things you haven't looked through in a while. |
In this case, it was college files...
Which one? You may ask? Of the 7 I attended?
The one I graduated from. The one that near-insanely published a lot of drivel I put out. Granted, not all was drivel, but a lot of it was.
In one file I found clips of every single column I wrote, from ranting about the Harding-Kerrigan Olympics, the power of organization, the talk TV rant, the Nylon Avengers of health clubs, getting things caught in your teeth to the power of a summer tan.
Yikes. I did write that stuff, didn't I? (ok, not the teeth one)
Then I found another special folder that held my 'fan' mail. This was an array of people who really liked me and truly loathed me; the former had a couple more, but not many! I recall Devi telling me there was a website out once that ripped on every aspect of what I wrote. I never got to see it.
You know, that was a fun era, being in charge of the Opinion section of the paper for a couple years. I made some great friends.
Then I discovered another folder, chuck full of rejection letters. I know I was keeping them at one time to keep myself humble. Each one I got, I'd plaster on the wall of my apartment. I still see the tape on some of them... But what the heck do I do with them now? I can just see some derelict rifling through the garbage and finding a few old columns of mine and a slew of rejection letters from every paper in the US from Asbury Park, NJ, to Astoria, OR.
I should recycle them. Then they can go to another publication which can use them to type up more rejections to other college seniors.