My magazine editing class has served as a very strange parallel to the rest of my life this semester. The opportunity to TA for the class next semester was almost immediately followed by opportunities for a summer job and a site leader position next year. We also edited a piece a couple weeks ago that was summarizing the work of S.I. Hayakawa, an author we’ve been discussing at length in another one of my classes. Lastly, the copyediting piece I turned in yesterday talked about this cathedral in London and the architect, Sir Christopher Wren. I didn’t think much about him other than wondering if I should leave in the “sir” in his name, but later that day when I picked up the novel I’ve been reading, I saw “Sir Christopher Wren” written in as the architect of a cathedral in London and the brother of a fictional “Miss Wren” in the story. What a weird life this is.