Sprout-Eating Hippie (libbey) wrote,
Sprout-Eating Hippie
libbey

Where I'm bound, I can't tell.

This week has been weird.  It's been cold and dreary and stressful, and oftentimes just downright depressing. 
Except for class, astonishingly. 
My actual classes have been excellent so far.  The beginning of the semester is always kind of cool that way.  Promises of learning and adventures and work for a reason.  Doesn't usually live up to the syllabus or that first lecture, but I'm used to it...  Wow.  This is likely the last semester as such that I'll ever dive into.  Wow.

So, in Religion class today I was distracted.  It's a big lecture, and there's very little accountability associated with big lectures.  Plus, it's an intro course.  Rock on.  My instructor is this really cool lady.  But she has this accent which, when coupled with sitting in a slightly peripheral part of the classroom, makes it difficult to pay attention.  And I was preoccupied.  You see, there was this ant. 

And she was up there, talking about consciousness and founders of religions and holy people- which are fascinating topics- but I couldn't hear her.  My attention was glued to this little ant.  And you think you see ants every day.  They're as common as dirt, nothing special.  But this ant was awesome... not because it was an extraordinary ant.  I guess I just never took the time to look closely and appreciate something so small and everyday.  I had it crawl up my arm and back down again for probably an hour.  Completely undaunted by obstacles.  A little afraid of giant Jessica at first... but after a little bit it would follow the movements of my finger with its little antennaed head.  And it was astoundingly resilient.  But everytime I turned a page or put my pen to the paper, I would check around to make sure I wasn't going to accidentally squash the ant.  It was my little lecture buddy.  My little allegory.
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