Tight-knit

Which is how all of my clothes should be. Because what's the point of an open-knit sweater?

Actually, tight-knit refers to my 1st year friends. In only 8 weeks, I have found people who are as dorky as I am, drinking buddies, people to call at ungodly hours, and new uses for speed-dial (that ISN'T Papa Johns). While this is probably a function of shared experience and the theater personality, I'll take it. Apparently this scares some people who are not theater people.

What has struck me is that with all this boy drama, the 1st years have really rallied their support. When setting up a meeting with one of the directors, her first question was how was I and was it resolved. Only after going through that did she want to set up the meeting. Even the guys are checking up on me. So I guess it's nice to know that even in such a minor crisis, I have people who are going to be right here for me, if it's a quick, "You OK?" or a longer chat over coffee at Donkey. Remotely, I have my little protege from VG who has told me anytime I have the impulse to call the Boy, to call her instead. I like knowing that if I decide to swan dive, there is a net down there to catch me.

Back to the Film paper.