Sterling Ambivalence (sterlingnorth) wrote,
Sterling Ambivalence

Into the sunset...

Well, in the past few weeks of sleepless nights, I have embarked on a mission to get SterlingManor in condition to present to the outside world. The goal is that when the building repair men come to replace the winter filters with the summer filters, I can present evidence of the existence of a floor. That has taken a lot of thankless work.

Anyway, in that time, I've one through some old papers and knickknacks. One of which was all of the stuff I accumulated during my senior year in various scrapbooks and notebooks and plastic bags. Wake Forest sent me a certificate lauding an academic achievement of some sort I had. It was remarkable that Wake Forest, some 300 miles south from my high school, of whom I made no overtures to, took the time to send me a diploma-like award for achievements on a standardized test to try to lure me to going there. In addition to that, there were a number of letters, cards, brochures and the like sent to me from good, high quality schools, selling me on all the educational opportunities that each were offering. Most were unopened.

What could I possibly have been thinking? It was rude, inconsiderate, sloppy and inconceivable that I left entreaties from Rice, Ohio State, LaSalle, Northeastern, Ursinus, Central Florida, or even West Point unopened scattered in various folders with old study guides and what not. Well, it was during that stretch of year from where dad was terminated from his place of employment (near my birthday and SATs, I recall painfully) to when mom died, a day before health insurance would be extended to my dad at his new job for the three months of service he gave them. Moving on from that, the discovery that she had not enough insurance to pay for burial, I suppose I sleptwalked through that year, 1999.

And likely the years since. Four years later, I find I'm stuck in holding pattern. Fortunately, this LJ account expires today. I don't trust myself with distractions. I'm going to step away from the internet and figure out where I want to go from here. I don't want to be stuck here in 2007.

Happy trails.
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