Memory Lane Revisited

I was reading some more of my old journal entries and came across an interesting one I thought I'd share. I talk primarily about a couple crushes I had some encounters with, including that male friend in college that I never admitted to having a crush on. I alluded to him in a previous post but the post I shared at the time didn't mention him. There's also some mention of classes and interestingly a gay incident involving my Dad. Intrigued yet? I thought so.

Forgive some of the grammar in advance. (Heh.)

Saturday, January 15, 1994

Dear Journal,

A whole week has passed in school. I'm still trying to get used to it. My classes are pretty straight, though. I do see several potential problems, though. Bankrowshi is teaching Differential Equations instead of Lane. I've heard things about her -- like she gets stuck doing problems and that she can't teach. From my impressions, I tend to agree. Discrete Structures professor Fr. O'Connor is senile. He seems to have an attitude everytime you ask a question. Plus he doesn't really explain what he's doing at all. The only bright spot in the class is a cute girl named Myra Johnston. (Crush #1...*LOL*)

I've actually seen Myra on and off for the past year. In fact, I had Economics with her but we never really talked. Events began turning on the 1st of December that would eventually lead us together. On that day, Brian (My male college crush...the things I wrote about him...*LOL*) and I were in the lobby of the library chilling. We were talking when suddently Myra walked in. She swung past us and was talking to two guys working there. Brian was smitten and told me he wished he could get to know her better. He said that he always saw her walking towards the bus stop and would offer her a ride if given the chance.

I told him that I had a class with her once. He couldn't believe I didn't get to know her better. I couldn't though. Some other guy kept hogging her. We did talk once but it was about some trite subject. Getting back to the subject at hand, Myra walked towards the exit. I looked towards her, hoping she'd recognize me. She didn't.

So anyway, I saw Myra almost every day the following week. She was in the lab working on a computer problem the day I was there. About three or four guys surrounded her. The following day I was walking in the basement of C&F and saw her getting pop (soda...*LOL*). She was actually by herself without anybody hogging her. She seemed to finally notice I was alive. We talked. We exchanged numbers. The rest was history.

Here's her stats. Peat this! (Look at me trying to sound hip...oy...*LOL*) She's a mathematics major who's been attending [ALMA MATER] since 1991. She graduated from Highland Park High School (not my alma mater...*LOL*). Myra's 20 years old and sadly, she has a boyfriend in [ANOTHER STATE]. From the conversation, I get the impression that it's a long-term relationship. Despite this, she's easy to talk with on the phone. She's almost as easy to talk with as Brian. In fact, we talked for nearly an hour on the phone. I think that's the longest I've ever talked with a girl on the phone.

In other news, Dad thinks that Mr. Trudeau is gay. I'm not sure how Dad concluded that . Mom told me that Dad was disturbed by conversations he had with Mr. Trudeau. He mentioned to Mom that Mr. Trudeau was angry at him because Dad didn't call him when was on vacation. Dad said that many of his conversations with Trudeau didn't make sense. Then he was adamant that he's not interested in Trudeau that way. (I didn't mention it but my Dad told me at the time that Trudeau wanted to invite him to see some porn...*LOL*.)

Personally I don't think Mr. Trudeau is gay. (I'm not so sure now...he was the Church organist after all and you know the stereotype about organists...*LOL*) Sometimes people say stuff that can be misconstrued. For example, when he was 'angry' Dad hadn't called, he probably meant that he missed him. Dad and Trudeau practically do everything together. They eat lunch together, go to different stores, etc., etc. They've helped each other out whenever one was in a jam....

...Society doesn't permit men to express their feelings like women can. Men aren't supposed to cry or risk being called gay. We're raised to be the aggressors. However, men do have have feelings. And like it or not, we do feel hurt. I think Mr. Trudeau was just expressing his feelings. After all, other than Dad, he doesn't really bother with other people....

Hemingway I hoped you guys enjoyed that entry. This actually is my 100th post! I guess I have been posting like crazy these last few days and they quickly added up. Thanks everyone for reading my ramblings. Hopefully I'll still be around for 100 more posts. Until next time.