transitions...

When I think of transitions I think of the sexy glasses from the late 80s. I called them "shades of grey" and they seemed to always get to that point where they were a weird shade of brown. I am excited to say that my husband had a pair. He was one of the sexiest men of 5th grade, I am sure of it. If you were to put photos of the two of us in 5th grade side by side you might actually have the world's freakiest couple. I am scared for our offspring...

...but the transitions I am talking about are not the sexy shades/notshades from the 80s but the life transitions I am embarking on.

I have been working in the coffee house world for EIGHT YEARS. Panera, Java Vista, Patterson Perk and now the Bux. Tonight I have my last closing shift. The last time I have to count the tills, set the alarm and make sure that everyone gets to their cars and that they START. The last time I work with Rapko. It's all quite sad, really. It makes my heart hurt a lot more than I thought it would. This is Karli and I during our hey-day at the Bux.

I am transitioning into teacher mode slowly but more quickly back into Master's Candidate mode. I found my articles on New Historicism (the theory I am considering writing my thesis on) and put them in their own folder. I looked up all the books I am going to need for this semester. I think I am going to buy at least one for my trip to Indianapolis/Chase Lake. The class I am taking is "Romantic Literature" (the pastoral/gothic era not like chick lit!). I took "Shelley and His Circle" (that's percy bysshe shelley, my fave poet!) for my senior seminar at PSU. It looks like we're going to be more into the Wordsworth/Keats portion of the Romantics, however. I guess that's okay. I love the intensity of the latter years. It was all the opium. No joke. Apparently the circle used to sit around and smoke copious amounts and write their crazy words. Thomas Love Peacock, the forgotten satirist whom my college professor was trying to dredge back from the depths was insanely witty. Politics was his forte. Oh, I'm getting all worked up. And don't EVER forget Mary Wollstonecraft who wrote "A Vindication of the Rights of Woman." Oh I could go on and on...

instead I will leave you with a links to my most favorite poem of all time!

Percy Bysshe Shelley, Hymn to Intellectual Beauty

addendum: picture above was taken by Mickey "The Legend"... he would want me to tell you that ;)