Tufts University - Jumbo Yearbook (Medford, MA)

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ACTIVITIES stared back at Norman like an empty beer can, and he noticed that during his recollections he ' d mysteriously typed a sentence on his resume next to ACTIVITES: Life is just a game, you fly your paper plane, there is no end. Dorothy read it over his shoulder. What ' s it mean? Did I do it? Of course you did it. What ' s it mean? It means I don ' t know anything worth writing for this resume. What about the magazine you started on campus? Y ' mean Pigeon-Ink? That sloppy thing? That ' s ridiculous. I tried to get on the staff of the Sightseer but they only wanted typists. I submitted countless poems and stories to the Pufts Lit Magazine but I heard nothing and I never got the copies back. Shit, I didn ' t do anything here. You organized Fester Enterprises, cooed Dorothy, stroking his hair. Yeh, a group of maniacs putting together a gigantic party. An affair that lasted all day and all night and we gave away eleven kegs of beer and fell into debt. And the campus cops closed it down, people complaining about drunken students pissing on nearby cars — Shhh! cooed Dorothy. Now you ' re complaining, and that ' s not right. But what shall I write for ' ACTIVITIES ' ? Don ' t write anything. Come and sit down on the bed. A century of passionate flowers rained on their upturned faces, an hour of bliss floated slowly by. Janis you are everywhere Janis you are everything Janis . . . I love it when you call me Janis, whispered Dorothy, her eyes moaning. You are Janis. But you are also Dorothy. I don ' t understand. Norman yawned, snuggled close to her, feeling the warmth of her eternal flesh. I ' m me. Your mind plays these games. But I feel it, replied Norman, muffled voice coming out of soft flesh. To you I ' m Janis when I ' m running wild and free, and I ' m Dorothy when I wanna stay at home, in my own room. To me, they ' re just a variety of attitudes in my life. But before you were free, loving, and now you ' re a drag, pushing — You need pushing. You cannot wallow in my love and feel sorry for yourself. You gotta stand up and do something. I push because . .. because I love you. Norman was perplexed. He couldn ' t respond. He couldn ' t say I love you, because he meant it too deeply. Words would shake him up, distort the image, turn real love into Hollywood romance. Real love cannot be uttered, Norman had no words. Someone actually loves me, thought Norman in a trance, someone actually tries to help me and I only get mad and she still tries, she actually digs my being! 22