If I were Harry Potter, this would be the point in my life
where the adventure winds down. Exams are over and You-Know-Who’s latest plot
for immortality has been foiled by a combination of serendipity and the help of
my brainier-than-me friend. (It’s all in a day’s work, folks).
Judging by my
dearth of lightning bolt-shaped scar (and embarrassing lack of magical powers),
I am not Harry Potter, but, I am
enjoying a rest after a wearying race (aka, this semester). Generally, an
epilogue is meant to tie up loose ends, or pique your interest in the next
installment. I have tons of loose ends, but no way to tie them up, so, I
figured I’d give you a preview of coming attractions, things you might hear
about if I blog next fall.
First, I will
no longer occupy the peculiar niche of ”freshman”. I have successfully
completed my first year of college with minimal scarring. I am now halfway
through my MC experience. (Makes you a little misty-eyed, doesn’t it?)
will be taking on the role of ”traveling scholar”. In late June, my family and
I will trek to Sitka, Alaska to visit family and enjoy the wildlife and
ever-lasting sunshine. Then I’ll have a brief respite before journeying to
Cambridge, England with my fellow Montgomery Scholars, where I will study
history for two weeks. I’ll follow my formal studies with two weeks in Austria,
Switzerland and France. I’ll return to my panicking cat and mother just in time
to catch my breath for a few days before beginning school again.
But, in the
down time between adventures, I plan to unwind and do what I like best: write.
Not the essays that I write for school (although that’s fun and a half in its
own way), but fiction. Fiction goes something like this:
The three creatures had skin like a
poorly peeled cucumber and eyes with white irises sunken into black sockets.
They walked on stout legs with flat-footed gait, their bare feet slapping like
dead fish on marble with every step. The dressed like barbarians in shaggy
leathers and furs, with beads, shells, and feathers hanging from their thick
necks, matted red hair, and pointed ears.
Based on the crown of poison ivy
the one in the middle wore, Jacob guessed that she was some kind of chieftess.
“We are Goblins,” said the chieftess proudly.
“Goblins of the Zaubervald, at your humble service.”
“My lady,” hissed the Goblin to her
right, “We’ve already promised our humble services to her, remember?”
“Oh,” the Goblin Chieftess furrowed
her brow. “That’s troublesome.”
“But we only promised her our
services on Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday,” said the other
“So what does that leave?” the
chieftess said as she scratched her head with her spear - it must have itched
terribly due to her crown.
“Wednesday and Saturday, my lady,”
said the Goblin on her right.
“Ah, yes, of course you are right,
Brittomart,” the chieftess said, turning back to the company of humans. “We are
at your humble service on Wednesdays and Saturdays.”
Jacob raised his eyebrows, bemused.
These idiots are what the Ubernaturlich were
so worried about?
Stay tuned for the next episode: Sam Cameron, The Final