MADELINE CHRONISTER

UMASS,STOCKBRIDGE

Thissummer I had aworkingclasstour of the IslandinaToyotaTacomawithbrokenAC I spent alatenight onthebeachlearningthePortuguese wordsfor themoonandstars.Inthemorning, someonemakesanincredibly obvious observation:?Thesunisrising I canseeit,?

Wordsaren? t poeticjust becausethey soundlike surfacelevel ancient proverbs They arepoetic becauseof their meaning- theretrospect of laughter every timeI seethesunrise I watched thebloodmoonat 5:30 amonNovember 8th; soonafter it camethesun Andsothequote crossedmy mind I canseeit Storiesaren? t meaningful just becausethey tell yousomething. They makeyoufeel something

Inholometabolouslarvae,theimaginal discisa structurethat will becomepart of theadult- a limb,anorgan,soforth Onthethirdfloor of Fernaldhall (est 1911)thereisaset of rules writteninchalk.Youwouldhavetoseeit yourself tounderstand

I learnedthisfall somethingsthat can? t beput intowordsandplenty of thingsthat can Of the null hypothesisandof thecorpuscardiacumand KeynesianmacroeconomicsandHaudenosaunee NationalsLacrosseandthisthingcalledElysium

ThisNovember I alsowroteover twenty-thousandwordsof anovel inanattempt todowhat writersdo- makepeopleunderstand thingsthat areimpossibletoput intowords. All thesame,I don? t haveenoughwordstoexplain just how MVYouthrepresentsthethingsthat are important tome,thethingsI try towriteabout Thework,theacademics,thefriends Thank you againfor theconnectionsandopportunitiesfor whichI owethesewords.I can? t wait toseewhat next semester will hold