I have no idea what their jobs are as school faculty. He's the guy who jerks the steering wheel of his golf cart and screams out into the football field, balls flying at him. He's the guy who steps into chorus for just a moment to sing one word of Rossini's Figaro. They all encourage paper ball fights, and to think, I used to think I would have to ( Read more... )

You're basically saying it's time again to start the machine, to roll from bed, roll the wheels, and start the machine in attempt to wash the slate straight-A clean. For now, please, let's just sleep ( Read more... )

I'll do this right now, as not to forget, I'll put everything you ask of me in my bag. I'll peel down the pictures that I suppose you could keep if you really want to, I just liked looking at them. And now that I'm really looking, remembering how you'd shaded your eyes for a moment before dropping your hands down to wait for the flash, I can almost ( Read more... )

You know, I'm listening, and dear Mr.Folds is right, sometimes time indeed does take a lot of time. But that's not profound, it's just true, and a little hard for a southerner to roll off the tongue. Yet almost suddenly, I'm sitting on the counter barefoot in a sundress again, sucking down the sun's first harvest of strawberries.

Christina is next to me literally sweating, I can't decide if such passion is perfection or plague. Nevertheless, I sang much more passionately when everyone was simply huddled around me at the piano for warm-up. And God, what I could do with these voices if I'd just had five more minutes. But at least we were having fun, and it's become so easy to ( Read more... )

There might me nine, maybe ten, definitely not a dozen of us going home together this morning. And I'm sitting there in my "nice" clothes thinking about how I don't feel any bigger, and how I have no idea whose seat I took in the auditorium; Wondering if I have anything to live up to, what kind of junior warmed this place before me. But I do hope ( Read more... )

Is it me or the thought of me?

You actually believe I seriously sat here and spent that much time, or any time at all, devising some horrible plot from behind the all-powerful monitor, don't you? Everything I do isn't a personal attack, and I actually find it rather egotistical for you to think so. This isn't war, so stop looking for reasons and act like we're even friends, ( Read more... )

She washes my hair, pulling it away from my face. Facing my chair toward the mirror, she pulls a cape over my shoulders and takes her shears to the layering. I'm considering my own eyes, eyes with nothing to hide, feeling like I'm living up to my own name. I could question why I'm laughing little exhales with a lump in my throat that couldn't be ( Read more... )

This is officially one month until the end of sophomore year. And I officially don't give a shit. And it is officially tamatime.