Dear David, (and critic et. al),
Quite right my not remembering what Abe is getting his Masters in; I was surprised more out of my poor ageist judgment call, in other words, because of his looks, I was under the impression that Abe was a youthful third year student rather than already a wizened old masters student. Since I ran on a platform that focuses on representing the diversity of all postgraduates, I knew that my autojudging of Abe had was a no-no that I planned to rectify.
Luckily, I ran into Abe at work on Saturday at the Farmers Market and decided to have a â€˜get to know you betterâ€™ chat to him only to discover that not only are we from the same state in the US, we are from the same city, and we gave each other a good ribbing on each otherâ€™s high school (rival) reputation. It also turns out that Abeâ€™s mum has the same first name as mine and even spent some time working for the same hippie gardeners as I had back in the day.
We never did bother to catch up on what each other was actually studying now, but we did find a lot of common ground and we ended our chat with hugs and a sense of good camaraderie. Next time I see Abe Iâ€™ll ask him what heâ€™s getting his Masters in, I promise.
Forgive me my sins,
Margi MacMurdo- Reading