The storm has finally died down, the waves are gentle, the wind subdued.
Err… I’m talking about college. I’ve finally got my time table sorted out, phew, relief.
College is an extremely interesting place, the sights, sounds, people, places, empty classrooms with random gibberish on the white board from whatever the previous lecture had been. We had a class in one classroom where some girls had been lounging in a free slot, the whiteboard was filled with “Liquor Store Blues” lyrics by Bruno Mars. The teacher spent quite a long time reading them, and then asked which one of us had been struck with such inspiration as to write such a good “poem”. Giggles and titters filled the room.
“Give me this one shot for my pain
One drag for my sorrow
Get messed up today
I’ll be okay tomorrow”
I’ve never found it easy to make friends. People think I’m weird because I read on the bus and occasionally take out my notepad to jot down a quick poem. I don’t think that’s particularly odd. but I have made friends. Acquaintances, at this point. But it’s just been two days.