Charlotte Babb Portfolio: The Clay Gate
intimacy,
sensuality, sexuality
| Clueless by Charlotte Babb My thread just ran out…. There is no minotaur
in the labyrinth There is only me
artifact: "Clueless"
poem |
The Clay Gate Reflection
We do not always reach the gates in order. Summer Quarter has been my Clay Gate as I felt my way through the dark, considering whether I had chosen the right path. Several of my Jag sisters had left, and I wondered if I should drop out too.
I questioned my goals and found that my original ideas held no present meaning. I felt dead, and the reality of the student loans hit me, along with all the side work I was doing to get to class twice a year. I began to see how much work redefining my life was going to take.
I have learned that our culture does not wish us to grow and it provides no tools other than therapy to deal with the consequences of that growth. So it is up to me to use what I can get from class and to teach myself
