Poor bee

[kjpepper]

A bee got into our classroom during discussion. A big fat bumblebee that was apparently quite confused and a little groggy. It careened wildly all the way around the room before coming to a complete stop by flying smack into the door and falling onto the carpet. Professor Oram very carefully scooped it up, checked to make sure it was still alive, clucked "poor thing" over it a few times, and then shook it gently out of the window.

I can sort of sympathize with the bee. That kinda feels like my life at any given point - being tossed into a situation with which I have NO sense of direction or context or orientation and so I keep going until I find my way out or I fly into an obstacle. Like a door.

Life as we know it is a continually unfolding adventure and every day I come to some fascinating, sometimes funny, sometimes irritating, sometimes thought provoking insight about myself and my general operation. Proof that the quest for self-knowledge is a never-ending one. But each day gets me a little closer and I am thankful for that.

It's raining, long and cold and hard, and despite coming home from class thoroughly soaked, I felt refreshed, and somehow ready to face the crap I absolutely have to deal with, and then the scary, fuzzy gray blob of What Happens Next.

Hopefully something that will allow me the head space to write.

Comments

[rhipowered.livejournal.com]

It was amusing to see Distinguished Professor in Mother Hen mode. I wish all of my professors would show off their home air at times. Might make things interesting.

[kjpepper.livejournal.com]

yeah, I know what you mean - I suddenly have this image of Bill Oram in an apron with his sleeves rolled up and stirring a huge pot of pasta sauce over the stove as some stereo system cranked out opera. We should ask him if he cooks next class. ;)