'Don't be surprised if the next time you see me, I've kissed a girl!'

Mic Earnshaw Smokes Weed and Is Awarded Twenty-One Thousand Dollar Scholarship In the Same Day, Then Writes a Fucking Rhyming Poem That Satisfies Him

I should say that I didn't actually smoke any weed today, although I suppose I had ample opportunity.

Anyway, you heard it here first!--unless I already told you personally:

Dear Mr. Earnshaw,

It is my pleasure to inform you that you have been selected to receive the York University President's Scholarship.

This Scholarship, valued at $21,600 ($5,400 per year and renewable for up to a total of four years of study), recognizes and rewards the academic achievements of the most outstanding secondary school students from across Canada. There are only eighteen such awards available. Your academic performance has earned you this distinction.

The selection of the President's Scholarship is always an exciting event at the University and the entire York community is proud of your accomplishments. Please accept my personal congratulations and warmest wishes. We are delighted to welcome you as a student at York University this fall.

Please note that the President's scholarship replaces the York University Entrance Scholarship. We would be grateful if you could inform us by May 12, 2006 if you wish to accept the President's Scholarship by sending an email note to _____.

If you have any questions, please contact me by email at _____.

Sincerely,

Robert J. Tiffin
Vice-President, Students

Two thoughts: 1) What the hell has happened to me? and 2) Wouldn't it be awful if I were conceited?

More importantly, tonight I finished a rhyming poem that satisfies me. I like it a lot. Here it is. Read it. APPRECIATE it.

Sonnet for Edward

your booksofpoems seemed to spring
(full-formed,new-bloomed)from your life-
beautiful mind;your muse,your wife;
the ills around you,good men,and Spring—
Spring so much and lovely that everyday,
from winter’s midnight to summer’s new morn,
i (almostperhaps) find myself thinking of one
twothreefourfive of your beautiful lines;and May—
be yet i can never really know you:
time and distance,life’s sad charade
(that i live now and you live then and we are made
to be so close,and yet so far away)and June—
and i could finish glad if my life were no less
than this poem:a pale perhaps of your glorious yes.

Michael Earnshaw
January-April 2006

You probably need to be familiar with E.E. Cummings and the sonnet form in order to really get it, not to sound like an elitist or a snob or any bad thing.

The way things are going for me right now, you shouldn't be surprised if I kiss a girl at some future time.