Book People

August 26, 2012

I am incredibly jittery right now. Classes officially start tomorrow, but I won’t officially have my first grad school class until Wednesday evening. Even so, it’s right around the corner. I’m excited and ridiculously nervous. What if I’ve forgotten how to be a student? What will my professors be like? Will I make friends in my classes? What should I wear?

While I’m thinking about all this, it’s interesting to go back and look at something I wrote soon after I was accepted into the program. I call it Book People:

Dream program? Check. Dream city? Check. Now I just need to figure out how to make them a reality. I’m confident that I can make it work though. I’ve decided that I’m willing to put myself into a certain amount of debt to pursue my passion for books. I’m already in debt for college, what’s a bit more to get me to a place where I can do something that I love?

So there we go. Yours Truly is moving to the Big Apple. And yes, I am aware that Step 1 is to never again call it the Big Apple. I am really excited about the prospect of living and working in New York, which is something I’ve wanted to do since I was a kid, but I also can’t wait to be around fellow book lovers.

As one of my friends said when I told her about all this, “you’ll finally be with your people!” I told my mom about this exclamation and she laughed and agreed, but then said that wasn’t I already with “my people” working at a publishing company? Sadly, no. A friend and I discussed this over drinks — in our chosen fields where so many English and literature majors flock, “our people” — the book dorks and grammarians — are a rarity.

In a group of ESL teachers she mentioned reading Pride and Prejudice and was met with surprise and near-disdain. The counter in my office kitchen which for most is a place to drop off old books that were cluttering up the closet or to pick up a book that looks interesting was a magical fairy book counter for me, producing a number of books on my ever-growing to-be-read list.

I went to the library the other day and returned 2 books. I checked out 5. I have at least 4 boxes of books I brought home from college sitting in a closet because we don’t have any more shelf space in my house (yes, the fact that they’re in the closet and not out in the open haunts me). It’s a sickness, but one I wouldn’t try to treat.

I can’t wait to move to New York, but I’m kind of dreading it at the same time. If I had to guess, I’d say at least 80% of my possessions are books. And books are heavy.

I suppose there could still be people who are not “my people” in the program. That’s fine, you don’t have to be a prolific reader to be my friend. But it would be nice if you’d help me carry my books.

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3 Responses to “Book People”

  1. Good luck! I felt the same way when I went back to school. The biggest obstacle for me is trying to find common ground with the younger kids. I’m only 30 and I feel so old!

    • poindextrix said

      Thanks! I find I tend to be drawn to people slightly older than me anyway, so I don’t know if I’ll have problems with the age thing. It’s just always nerve-wracking!

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