What if Bwog was in a novel? This week in Field Notes, we explore that proposition.
Bwog was the typical quirky YA protagonist:
- Biked while listening to Phoebe Bridgers and had a meltdown on the side of the road
- Tried to help my friend’s little sister with her algebra homework
- My self-esteem took a major hit
- Made incredible TikToks
- Danced
- Got incredibly drunk
- Broke a ten-year no-throwing-up streak :(
- Ate too many cookies and Mac and cheese bites
- Felt violently ill
- Exercised my right to vote
- Got mad about the United States
- Still angry
- Liked Emily in Paris memes even though I haven’t seen Emily in Paris
Bwog narrowly avoided being in a horror novel:
- Went on a walk and came across a bloodied antler skull half-buried in the ground, surrounded by wire mesh and a sign that read “DO NOT DISTURB”
- Did not disturb
- It was gone the next time I walked by
- Found a loose jaw bone in the park
- Panicked when a strange rash broke out all over my forearms…
- Still there, still panicking
Bwog felt like a part of dark academia (but it’s just stressful academia):
- Did not think about midterms for one full 24 hour period and allowed myself to have a little fun
- “Studied” for my midterms
- Didn’t write any of my assignments
- Was hit with all of my studying all at once on Sunday
- Spent the day chained to my desk
- Contemplated transferring to CC because fuck SEAS and all it stands for
- Anxiety-wrote a paper to stop the anxiety!!
- I think it worked
Bwog acted like a character straight out of 20th century literature:
- Finished The Great Gatsby on a New England beach and immediately dove into the bracing water
- Poignant.
- Re-entered society (went into town) and realized I had enjoyed not participating in society
- Moved back home for the rest of the semester, was happy about it
- Was scolded by my father: “We do NOT drink our tea with the teabag in. Your grandparents and ancestors would be APPALLED.”
- Drank rosé out of a deteriorating blue Ikea kiddie cup purchased in what was most likely 2006
- Absolutely ruined a painting that I really liked and now I am sad :(
- Ate, drank, and was merry
Bwog is maybe in a modern romance:
- Spilled my guts to strangers and told them all about my failed romantic endeavors
- Cried a little bit after because the mortifying ordeal of being known is mortifying
- Got blackout drunk all alone
- Sent Snapchat videos to all my friends of me pretending to kiss their foreheads
- Felt hopeful about romance for the first time in a while
- Discovered too many former classmates from my religious high school on my local lesbian Tinder all at once
- Had a dream I asked someone out
- Thought about being single for the rest of the day
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