The whale is allegorical

So today I was officially accepted by faculty and SAC both into an exchange into the heart of the Orient. Now that I am going, and am booking tickets and all that, I feel all of this has been done rather whimsically on my part.

Let me relate it to you, literary styles. I have been reading Moby Dick lately, and it is one of those books that is so good you get depressed just thinking about how it will eventually be over. Anywhat I am at the part where the crew of the Pequod has just harpooned, or ‘pooned’ as I like to say, their first whale, and Melville’s description of their being recklessly dragged by the whale out to sea made me think of LIFE.

The point is, I feel like I have pooned myself to this whale, and now it is time to be dragged away from friends and family to wherever it takes me. I am not sure where, but I think about it a lot, and I imagine myself standing on the prow of my ship,(for this fantasy, my ship purple, and crewed by G.I. Joes) looking backwards as my comfortable home grows smaller and smaller on the horizon. It was probably pretty stupid ot tether myself to a leviathan I had barely seen, but that is how I like to do business – stupidly and without foresight.