If anyone wants anything from Mystic, CT, now is the time to speak up so I can get it. I actually found a framed ‘art’ picture of Mystic Seaport in a local Goodwill the other day, and had to look at it a few times to convince myself that it really was the ropewalk and the same little white lighthouse, even if the Brilliant had changed sides of the point out there.

Mystic Reunion weekend is kind of wierd. You belong without really belonging-I’m sort of glad I was a Spring class that didn’t deal with reunion, because I can’t help but think that somehow all the reunioners steal the glory from the Fall classes. It’s cool to see people who have come before you, but at the same time, you want to make your own story without it being too colored by those who came before…. and since so many of the reunioners are so much older, I think there’s almost a generational disconnect. Perhaps a lesser one, as Mystic attracts a pretty consistent type of person, but a generational disconnect nonetheless.

It’s almost the way I describe roller derby or the SCA to people. You’re part of a group without having to be actively part of a group- if someone from Mystic sees a car broken down by the side of the road with a Mystic sticker on it, you stop and help that car, regardless of the year someone attended, or which semester they are.

I suppose in a way, Mystic is the sorority I was never a part of, simply because I objected to the giggly pinkness that usually surrounds sororities. It’s a group of similarly minded people who will usually try to help one another based soley on similar shared experiences.

And on that note, I should print some resumes before I take off tomorrow.

Oh, and wish me luck on the Starbucks interview. Somehow, we determined that ‘Barista’ was probably a step up from ‘Lifeguard’ in the marketability scale.