Wake: Up to Poetry
I’ve been bitten by the travel bug.
As this semester comes to an end, not only is everyone scrambling to finish that last paper or project, but everyone is also making plans for next semester, like class registration, housing, etc. As conversations about these things become more frequent, many of my upper-classmen friends cannot help but share their excitement to study abroad in the fall. My traveling experience is pretty limited, having only been a few places other than NC and my Florida home, so I can’t wait to be in their positions in a few years. But in the meantime, I’ve been doing some traveling of my own (or making plans to), without ever leaving campus. For starters, I registered for an elementary Mandarin class next semester (I know, I’m terrified), joined Model UN, and ate Indian food for the first time. I’ve also been making some secret trips to Ireland while I’m working here at the Press. I can’t help but pick up Rachel Giese’s The Donegal Pictures, or steal a few glances through some of the books that talk about the author’s homeland, like something by Michael Longley. (I’m sure Candide is going to be thrilled to hear about my secret adventures while I’m supposed to be putting orders together. Oops.) Anyway, I know experiencing different places this way doesn’t compare to actually going somewhere, but this is the best I can do for now, and a good excuse to eat delicious ethnic food!