So which is it?
The exam signifies the end of classes, and checking out signifies campus leave-taking. Which is more real?
It's really irrelevant.
11:52, what's up with you?
I still need to gather a few more things together, and there is a bit more to pack. I sold three of my textbooks back to the school today for a total of $86 in cash. That was nice.
TEA wrapped up tonight, and we had our release party. I read a poem
(I
I is a word that embodies the self
It is who you are
You are I
Though if written that way
It seems you are me--
A strange paradox,
Because I am I
And never you)
that I wrote and kinda butchered it. I know, right? It's not long, and hell, I have it committed to memory.
Ah. Speaking in front of a crowd through a microphone, yeah, forgot about that one.
11:55, you still alive?
The room is a little chilly right now, and I already packed away my long pants. I suppose I could get them out but...where's the fun in that? Hm, perhaps there is fun in not being cold. Hace frio.
The posters are off the walls and it's a little dreary in here, if well lit. Sterile, like a hospital. Not a home. But a relatively fun place, nonetheless.
11:58, take care to enunciate.
I might go running at a Bolles track meet on Friday. Might not. We'll see. I'll probably work on Saturday, probably Sunday, too. Maybe both days, more likely just one, but which is up in the air. My life this summer will be filled with Publix. How exciting.
I'm ready for the summer, I think.
Lookit that, midnight, hold tight.
I is a word that embodies the self
It is who you are
You are I
Though if written that way
It seems you are me--
A strange paradox,
Because I am I
And never you)
that I wrote and kinda butchered it. I know, right? It's not long, and hell, I have it committed to memory.
Ah. Speaking in front of a crowd through a microphone, yeah, forgot about that one.
11:55, you still alive?
The room is a little chilly right now, and I already packed away my long pants. I suppose I could get them out but...where's the fun in that? Hm, perhaps there is fun in not being cold. Hace frio.
The posters are off the walls and it's a little dreary in here, if well lit. Sterile, like a hospital. Not a home. But a relatively fun place, nonetheless.
11:58, take care to enunciate.
I might go running at a Bolles track meet on Friday. Might not. We'll see. I'll probably work on Saturday, probably Sunday, too. Maybe both days, more likely just one, but which is up in the air. My life this summer will be filled with Publix. How exciting.
I'm ready for the summer, I think.
Lookit that, midnight, hold tight.
1 comments:
I remember that poem, it was the one that I really liked. And your summer life also includes the beach!
Beff
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