Today I got a dress for Spring Waltz, which is our big spring dance whoopdedoo-type-thing here at Grinnell. It was the first time since high school that I'd gone shopping for a dress with my mom, which got me thinking about whatever happened to my old high school prom dresses. I can't find them anywhere. One was navy blue velvet and one was black with a red rose winding across it. I'm sure they existed -- I have pictures of me wearing them and standing next to boys -- but they've vanished into the mist like none of that ever happened. I don't care so much about the boys, but it sure would be nice to have those dresses back.
I've been reading Catch-22 -- I'm about a third of the way through it. I remember I tried to read it when I was in middle school, and I thought it was horrifying and gruesome and quickly stopped reading. Now, I'm about to graduate from college, and I think it's horrifying and gruesome...and hilarious, and engrossing. I can't put it down. Is this what happens when you grow up?