07 June 2011
3 the reunion
we maphers, we reuned. again.
towards the end of the night this poor, incredibly earnest kid from the current year came to our table.
he asked when we'd graduated and what we'd been doing since. we bragged that, after six years of talking about it, we'd finally begun a writing group.
he was blatantly stunned by our lack of pulitzers.
he said he was frightened. worried. he had been living in a U of C bubble. with furrowed brow, he confessed that he did not know what was going on in egypt and hadn't seen a movie in months.
he said he felt as though he was on the cusp, as though something loomed ahead though he did not know what. it was scary. he did not know what was coming. he was afraid he would fail.
sensei and i exchanged meaningful eye contact, but i don't remember whether we said it aloud.
that that is life. that it is how we feel every single day.
if we did impart this piece of wisdom, he wasn't ready. if we didn't, it was because he wasn't.
as he watched the poor earnest kid saunter away, sensei took a leisurely sip of his beer and said, oline, it's time we admit it to ourselves. we are too old to be here. we have aged out of maph.