The contenders.

This weekend was our near-final obligation to the Fellowship — playing host to next year’s prospective Fellows, who had their interviews this weekend. While they marched in one by one to face the fearsome Committee of Eight, we sat in the living room with smelling salts and cool compresses for their anxious, fevered brows.

Although, I must say, hardly any of them seemed even the least bit nervous, at least not nearly as nervous as I was a year ago. I remember leaving the interview room, getting a plate of fruit salad and a tall cranberry juice, and just staring into space for about 30 minutes. Then I walked around town in freezing temperatures, went to Zingerman’s, bought nothing, walked back to my car and drove home. I ate lunch in Jackson, of all places, at a Cracker Barrel, of all places. I spent three weeks chewing my nails to the quick. Then, the phone call that changed everything.

So the year is dwindling. But there’s still hope for the warp in the space/time continuum that freezes the clock forever on this unseasonably warm April weekend, when I still have a key to the house and I’m still a current Fellow. Not much hope, but you never know.

Speaking of that warmth, is there a better place to watch spring arrive than a college campus? The temperatures go above 75 and the Diag fills with pretty young people, playing hackysack, having class outdoors, proudly showing winter-whitened flesh for the first time this year. (Note to self: Never buy those shorts that have MICHIGAN written across the ass. I’d have room for several more states back there, including NORTH CAROLINA.)

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6 responses to “The contenders.”

  1. Lex said on April 18, 2004 at 9:05 pm

    Geez, Nance, you say that like having “NORTH CAROLINA” across your ass would be a BAD thing ….

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  2. KCK said on April 19, 2004 at 11:54 am

    Commonwealth of Massachusetts maybe

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  3. Elissa said on April 19, 2004 at 1:19 pm

    It makes me somewhat sad to realize that the opportunities for a chance Nancy Nall encounter at Zingerman’s, Faz’s or Arborland are quickly dwindling.

    I’ll miss you when you’re gone.

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  4. John Ritter said on April 19, 2004 at 1:26 pm

    Rhode Island and Providence Plantation

    There was a line from Maude, “When I was younger I wore an MIT sweatshirt. Now it’s Massachusetts Institute of Technology.”

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  5. Melissa said on April 19, 2004 at 7:15 pm

    I remember when the sweatshirt I wore said UP on the chest. Now it would have to say University of Portland Alumni Weekend 2004.

    Nance, I have really enjoyed vicariously sharing your Fellowship year.

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  6. jcb said on April 19, 2004 at 7:23 pm

    Actually, it’s been my experience that Nancy’s life outside the land of academia can be darned interesting as well.

    We can only hope that she hasn’t quite tired of the blogging experience yet…

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