Thursday Mornings, in case you really miss me
I will tell you about Thursday mornings at Bard. I play four-square for an hour (12:00 am - 1:00 am). Then I help pull up the tape from the floor, get in a tussle with Rab and run around, hug the Bee Queenie goodnight, and pull on warm things.
I walk back in the freezing cold, very happy, with the Keene kids and Oliver. Sometimes some of the Keene kids become Tavit's Freshmen and then he drives them.
I get home and several things happen. One is that I go to Keene and eat their food. Two is that I go to Hannaford's with the Keenies and buy hopefully nothing and come back to Keene and eat their food. Three is that I go to my dorm and shower and eat old bread or an old apple. Four is that I go to my dorm and write ridiculously to somebody or read.
I nap for six or seven hours. My alarm goes off at nine and I give myself ten minutes. When I get up I get dressed and I go. I dress only in what reminds me of pajamas - sweatpants under oversized pants under my overall dress over sweaters under my coat. It is a promise to myself that I will sleep when I get back to Cruger.
Sometimes I catch the shuttle; today I did, and it was five minutes late. Usually I walk, and am awake because the wind is cold and is harassing me illegally.
I get off the shuttle and say Have a good Day to the driver, or I get off the path and step in the slush and say something like Slush slush.
Up the hill of the parking lot towards breakfast I hope the side doors will be open but they are not, ever. I walk around one front or another and go in, I don't swipe my card if I can and I toast something and drink a little cup of water.
I put peanut butter all over my toasted thing and put it in a paper bowl and stretch plastic over the top and put it in my bag and it is a cold walk to my class uphill.
Let us forget that part. I walk sniffling into my class. There I wish I weren't behind on my reading and I think how pretty everyone is, and how well-dressed for ten o'clock in the morning. I doodle little abstract people all over my paper and wonder if the teacher would love me back if I were ever really in his class, because I'm not, I'm sleeping. I say one really vague obvious thing and one thing I learned in Ancient History, Oliver grins at me. The reading is beautiful and exciting and my teacher is beautifully excited to teach it and all I can be is sorry I'm not asleep dreaming the Aeneid.
When I walk home I realize I can't let go of a song, one that is always sleepy. Today it was Here, There, and Everywhere. I am so frozen and when I get to my room I turn the heater on and I drink water, I do, and I take my clothing off and get in bed and put on the song and check my e-mail and journal and go to sleep.
I walk back in the freezing cold, very happy, with the Keene kids and Oliver. Sometimes some of the Keene kids become Tavit's Freshmen and then he drives them.
I get home and several things happen. One is that I go to Keene and eat their food. Two is that I go to Hannaford's with the Keenies and buy hopefully nothing and come back to Keene and eat their food. Three is that I go to my dorm and shower and eat old bread or an old apple. Four is that I go to my dorm and write ridiculously to somebody or read.
I nap for six or seven hours. My alarm goes off at nine and I give myself ten minutes. When I get up I get dressed and I go. I dress only in what reminds me of pajamas - sweatpants under oversized pants under my overall dress over sweaters under my coat. It is a promise to myself that I will sleep when I get back to Cruger.
Sometimes I catch the shuttle; today I did, and it was five minutes late. Usually I walk, and am awake because the wind is cold and is harassing me illegally.
I get off the shuttle and say Have a good Day to the driver, or I get off the path and step in the slush and say something like Slush slush.
Up the hill of the parking lot towards breakfast I hope the side doors will be open but they are not, ever. I walk around one front or another and go in, I don't swipe my card if I can and I toast something and drink a little cup of water.
I put peanut butter all over my toasted thing and put it in a paper bowl and stretch plastic over the top and put it in my bag and it is a cold walk to my class uphill.
Let us forget that part. I walk sniffling into my class. There I wish I weren't behind on my reading and I think how pretty everyone is, and how well-dressed for ten o'clock in the morning. I doodle little abstract people all over my paper and wonder if the teacher would love me back if I were ever really in his class, because I'm not, I'm sleeping. I say one really vague obvious thing and one thing I learned in Ancient History, Oliver grins at me. The reading is beautiful and exciting and my teacher is beautifully excited to teach it and all I can be is sorry I'm not asleep dreaming the Aeneid.
When I walk home I realize I can't let go of a song, one that is always sleepy. Today it was Here, There, and Everywhere. I am so frozen and when I get to my room I turn the heater on and I drink water, I do, and I take my clothing off and get in bed and put on the song and check my e-mail and journal and go to sleep.