Thursday was quite a day. I had three meetings and one class (two meetings more and two classes less than normal). I assumed that the time in between these meetings would be insufficient for going home; besides, once I get home, I pretty much want to stay there. So I stayed on campus all day. This gave me quite a bit of downtime, which on another day, I would have used my doing research or homework or whatnot until I was cross-eyed. Because that’s the sort of thing I do – cram as much into my waking hours as humanly possible. Sure, I may sleep like crap, live on peanut butter sandwiches and always feel as if I am unravelling before my own eyes, but at least I’m not letting any of this time go to waste. But Thursday was gorgeous – sunny and in the mid-70s – and those days are numbered, so carpe diem, as the Romans used to say (or one imagines – until we get that time machine rolling, we’re only guessing).
I started my day of with one of my twice-weekly meetings with a native speaker. M is very nice, and I certainly talked a lot (which is kind of the point). Afterward, I had to hoik me and my 80-lb. backpack (thank the merciful heavens I hadn’t brought my laptop) up the dang hill and up three (mercifully not 7) flights of stairs for my meeting with The Advisor. He is both genial and calm, which made the meeting much less stressant. He asked me some trick questions, to get me to explain how I came to my conclusions.
And then the fire alarm went off.
It was pretty clear to me that we were going to continue the meeting, even if it had to be during an evacuation (you can’t faze The Advisor, apparently). He took his sweet time, collecting his stuff, deciding whether to take his keys, etc. And then we evacuated. He selected a spot and we started up our meeting again. As you can imagine with a 18 story building having just released all its inhabitants, there was a lot of activity. But The Advisor and I calmly discussed matters, and he gave me the green light on my project. And, before I could summon up the courage necessary to ask him if he would be my advisor…he offered. I resisted answering “hot damn” and merely told him that I had been planning to ask him, and I thought it was a great idea.
By this point, I have another 3 hours to kill until class. Sure, it would have been possibly to go home and come back; however, inertia is my enemy. To that end, I kept moving and went to the computer lab to check my e-mails. As usual, I got a lot of them (most of them being only of marginal interest), and skimmed through the lot. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him. The Not So Very Appropriate Man. My heart stammered, and I kept sneaking peeks out of the corner of my eye. He was engrossed in something and didn’t see me. My e-mail related business completed, I got up, stopped by where he was and waved. He smiled in greeting and went back to his work. I wandered off to get some lunch.
Eating lunch outside, looking at the lake, I started to ponder the path that I have found myself on. Despite everything being different from my original plan, I had to admit thing seemed to be dovetailing quite nicely. I thought about how, in French, chance means luck, hasard means chance, and as you can well imagine destin means destiny, but also Fate (although sometimes hasard does the trick). I idly wondered if it was chance, hasard or destin that kept me where I was, leaving me to go somewhere I hadn’t known I wanted to go 6 months ago.