Tomorrow is my comprehensive exam. I’m supposed to be spending these last few hours mentally (spiritually? emotionally?) preparing myself for the exam, so I try to think of words that can adequatey express how I feel. I pace, I lie out my clothes, set a double alar(u)m, and worry about all the things I’m bound to forget. And then I log into WordPress and the page offers, at the tick of a box, a bypass-the-line service for future visits: Remember me.
It’s possible that I’m the only person who laughs at this message, and part of me that hopes I’m not a solitary member of a lost species. When I think of that line, I laugh and think of Hamlet, ashen-faced and quaking in his boots at the words that have changed his life: how do you respond to orders to assassinate your uncle, your king?
Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat
In this distracted globe. Remember thee!
Yea, from the table of my memory
I’ll wipe away all trivial fond records,
All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past,
That youth and observation copied there;
And thy commandment all alone shall live
Within the book and volume of my brain.
And when I think of those kind of demands, I remind myself that spending a couple of hours talking shop probably isn’t so bad. Wish me luck!