Date:         Wed, 9 Dec 1998 18:31:41 GMT
From: Robyn Harris <Robyn_Harris@POST.WESLEYAN-COLLEGE.EDU>
Subject:      Re: [WRITERS] INT: the eMJay dream?

WARNING: SOME LANGUAGE MAY OFFEND.

the rags of time...,mbarker@MIT.EDU,Internet writes:
>
>So, there you have it...tell us a little tale of your dream (nightmare?
>daydream?  minor flight of fantasy?) about the eMJays...or about the list?

It started out as a typical day.  I woke up late and had to run to class only
to walk in after roll call, which means I'm officially not there.  But I sat
through the excruciating Spanish lesson anyway.  Then English came, and
although that fat bitch in the corner talked through my reading of my paper, it
was an ok class.  Reine told her to "shut the fuck up" when she was talking so
I felt happy that my friends were standing up to her.  Now she's not a fat
person.  She's big like an Amazon with a huge head.  But she is a big fat bitch
having nothing to do with her weight.  Anyway, then I went to lunch and on the
way stopped by  my mailbox.  There a found a letter from the financial aid
office telling me they were pulling all my financial aid because I didn't sign
something.  At lunch one of my so-called friends complained the people thought
she was stupid because she chose to be optimistic.  She extolled the virtues of
Jewel and how they were so much alike and why doesn't anyone treat her with the
respect they give Jewel.  I fought the urge to tell her it was actually because
she was just a mean bitch.  I fought the urge to ask her if she was on speed
because of her wild and sometimes violent mood swings.  I just swallowed the
alpo they serve in the caf.  After lunch I tore up the three flights of stairs
and ripped financial aid a new asshole.  The girl at the desk looked like she
was going to cry but I just advanced on her until she dug through her pile and
came up with the paper I supposedly hadn't signed.  It was signed and dated
October 17, 1998.  I didn't give her a chance to apologize I just went straight
to my room.

I looked at the machine fearing that the message light would be blinking,
afraid each time the phone rings it's someone calling to tell me my father had
another heart attack, this time fatal.

It wasn't blinking.

I sat on my bed and put some Bush in the CD player.  I opted for Bush over NIN
because NIN is all cassette and the bass quality just isn't good enough.

I leaned back to try and make the stress headache go away.  The little mail
notification thing on my mac started pinging.  I stood up, wondering who could
possibly be disturbing me right now.  I opened up my box.

Low and behold, there was a plethora of mail from Writers.  It listed the
categories and winners.  I won!  And where I didn't win in some categories, I
at least got a mention.  It made the day brighten a bit.  I sent out thank you
messages and smiles and virtual hugs to the list.  And I smiled in real life
for the first time all day.  I went and turned the Bush CD down a few notches,
did a happy snoopy dance in honor of MJ then sat on the bed planning to read
for History.  But I was tired.  The next thing I know my alarm is going off.  I
stood up, stretched, and walked to the computer where the little mail envelope
swept across the screen saying, "Something needs your attention."  I opened my
box.  There were a few writers mails, but I looked at the date.  The EmJays
hadn't been voted on yet.  I sighed.  And tried to think of ways to get votes.

The best I could do today,

Robyn Alyson