beatriceeagle

“The books you loved when you were in fourth grade and read them to tatters, you’ll never love another book like that.”
Daniel Handler, author of A Series of Unfortunate Events

Harry Potter was such a large part of my life for so long that I don’t even know what it’s given me. Apart from a few things—one very close friend, a moral compass in one moment of dire need, and a detailed knowledge of how to make a cloak out of a bedsheet—it’s really impossible for me to pick out the things that Harry Potter gave me from the things that I would have had anyway.

Maybe if I had picked up the books for the first time when I was eighteen, I could tell you, without bias, whether they were well-written or not, what their strengths and weaknesses were. But I can’t. For good or for ill, I loved them and love them still. They’re a part of me.

So thank you, Harry Potter. Thank you, J.K. Rowling. Thank you, fandom. Thank you, Sugar Quill, SQ87, and Arya. I like who I am. Thank you for the parts of me that you gave me.

I had an actual positive chance run-in with a classmate from high school today. (Rare only because I tend to keep in contact with the people from high school I liked.) Funnily enough, I'd thought I'd seen her several times over the past few days, only to realize it was someone else, so when we ran into each other on the street, although I recognized her, it took me a few moments to say anything. *g*

In other news: my roommate and I are finally getting settled--I'm very proud of myself for getting all of the Internet set up, since it involved calling several customer service people--but classes are slow to gain momentum. I'm sure the programming classes will quickly become difficult, but otherwise my only concern is matrix algebra. Not because of the subject matter, but because my professor can't teach. I'll find friends who know the subject to help me.

And that concludes my drive-by update, I guess.