I felt like being a Trin Trin today for some reason, so I wore an outfit of blue and gold. My most Trin-like article of clothing is a C.K. Bradley belt with the “Hall T” embroidered around it. Anyway, so I’m at this networking event for multicultural and GLBT grad students at Tulane when the host suggests everyone in the room introduce him/herself. After the requisite groan the introductions began, and a few minutes later one guy introduces himself as a grad student at the school of public health. Since he mentioned that he was from Portland, ME, I decided to go say hello after the program had finished. Before I could say much anything, he commented that he was surprised to see another Trinity guy in the group, and slightly lifted up his shirt, revealing a belt embroidered with little bantams. Turns out he graduated in ’08 and is hoping to join the Peace Corps after obtaining his graduate degree. I left the program, in my cute outfit, reflecting upon the fact that perhaps my random desire was really a part of something much larger, something about which I have but limited and fitful insight.
Like whether you were permanently scarred by your experience at Trinity or whether it will just take many (more) years of thrice-weekly counseling sessions? 😉