Below is an excerpt of Chapter Seven from my new memoir, Songs That Remind Me Of Philosophy (2024).
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I wanted a degree.
One of the first classes I took at Stetson was a philosophy course. I remember my professor, Dr. Rob Brady. We read the classics. I couldn’t believe that I, Jennifer Lawson, was reading Plato. Moreover, I actually understood him.
I got an A in that class, and thought about declaring it as my major.
It wasn’t until years later that I would find out that philosophy is still a male-dominated field. I never got the sense that philosophy wasn’t for me. I studied philosophy unlike anything I had ever studied before.
Do what you love.
Well, I happened to love philosophy, so I started thinking about doing it.
I declared it as my second major. So, there I was, double majoring in philosophy and psychology at Stetson University. The world seemed right to me.
I figured college was a time for exploring, so I did. I began writing again, poetry.
When I learned of competitions on campus for writing, I entered the contests.
It turned out that my hobby of writing paid off. I won first prize every time I entered a competition. This gave me some awards, but it also gave me a small amount of cash.
Every Wednesday, my daughter and I would go to a convenience store and I would make her choose something she had never had before. She tried Twinkies this way, and all kinds of different drinks. Then, we would go for a walk, usually to over the Dunlawton Bridge in Port Orange, Florida.
This turned out to be a tradition for us, something we have carried on into our adult lives. These days, we go for lunch every Friday, and we try all different kinds of things.
Jimmy graduated a year before me, and that wasn’t good. He got a job out-of-state, and asked me to join him.
I take my personal vows seriously. I had promised myself that I wouldn’t move, get married, or do anything like that until I had finished college, and I didn’t. Jimmy went without me.
I know he got lonely. I’m sorry if I contributed to that. But, again, it was for the best. Jimmy turned out to marry a wonderful woman who probably fits with him and his family even better than I did.
So things turned to Gloria. I thought she had hit on me, and, on our way back from an Ani DiFranco concert, she told me she was a lesbian. I said, “Want to get some coffee?”
She laughed.
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