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Mar. 31st, 2009
A Great and Terrible Beauty- Libba Bray
Mar. 31st, 2009 10:02 pmThe girls of first class have been allowed to travel the thirty miles to the Crosses' country home for the funeral. Mrs. Cross has insisted that Pippa be buried with her sapphire engagement ring, which, no doubt, pains Mr. Bumble greatly. He spends the entire funeral checking his pocket watch and grimacing. In deep, resonant tones the vicar tells us of Pippa's beauty and her unfailing goodness. I don't know this flat placard of a girl. I wish I could stand and give a full account of her- the Pippa who could be vain and selfish and in love with her romantic illusions; the Pippa who was also brave and determined and generous. And even if I told them all this, it still wouldn't be a full measure of her. You can never really know someone completely. That's why it's the most terrifying thing in the world, really- taking someone on faith, hoping they'll take you on faith too. It's such a precarious balance, it's a wonder we do it at all.
A Great and Terrible Beauty- Libba Bray
Mar. 31st, 2009 10:02 pmThe girls of first class have been allowed to travel the thirty miles to the Crosses' country home for the funeral. Mrs. Cross has insisted that Pippa be buried with her sapphire engagement ring, which, no doubt, pains Mr. Bumble greatly. He spends the entire funeral checking his pocket watch and grimacing. In deep, resonant tones the vicar tells us of Pippa's beauty and her unfailing goodness. I don't know this flat placard of a girl. I wish I could stand and give a full account of her- the Pippa who could be vain and selfish and in love with her romantic illusions; the Pippa who was also brave and determined and generous. And even if I told them all this, it still wouldn't be a full measure of her. You can never really know someone completely. That's why it's the most terrifying thing in the world, really- taking someone on faith, hoping they'll take you on faith too. It's such a precarious balance, it's a wonder we do it at all.
of dead air and diplomas
Mar. 31st, 2009 10:32 pmGraduation was fantastic, never mind what time it started and where it was held and how hungry we all were by the time everything was over and done with, and it wasn't fantastic because it was our graduation. It wouldn't have been anywhere as fantastic without the missing hats and the malunggay brownies and the blank pieces of paper we got after four years' worth of blood and sweat and tears and our drunken rendition of the Philippine Science Hymn and me falling into the pool.
Say what you like about culminating activities, but it isn't our graduation that's fantastic. It's us.
Say what you like about culminating activities, but it isn't our graduation that's fantastic. It's us.
of dead air and diplomas
Mar. 31st, 2009 10:32 pmGraduation was fantastic, never mind what time it started and where it was held and how hungry we all were by the time everything was over and done with, and it wasn't fantastic because it was our graduation. It wouldn't have been anywhere as fantastic without the missing hats and the malunggay brownies and the blank pieces of paper we got after four years' worth of blood and sweat and tears and our drunken rendition of the Philippine Science Hymn and me falling into the pool.
Say what you like about culminating activities, but it isn't our graduation that's fantastic. It's us.
Say what you like about culminating activities, but it isn't our graduation that's fantastic. It's us.