I received an invitation to the St. Peter’s College
Summer Term Private Facebook Group today. It was with no little trepidation
that I scrolled through the Members page.
It is
worse than I feared. There are women with last names as first names. There are
men who graduated from matching prep school/college combos. Mine is the only
selfie with a shower curtain hanging behind the head – the rest are snapshots
taken in front of bricks, columns or books, except for the one which I’m almost
positive is a newspaper debutante
photograph. These people are the editors of their Ivy League college
newspapers, Peace Corps volunteers, and Big Ten quarterbacks.
The main
item of interest on my CV is that if
I stand close enough to the bathroom counter my stomach slides into the sink.
But a
week from today, I am flying to England. My name is Siva, and I’m going to
Oxford. Also, I just noticed that in an attempt to confuse those pesky Facebook ads I have listed my workplace as "The International Space Station." I wonder what Chervil Buff-Orpington III thinks about that as he peruses the St. Peter's Page?
This is going to be interesting.
This is going to be interesting.