Poli sci guy

Lacrosse is his sport, but academics...well, he takes that seriously.

Presentation after presentation in his senior year has gone smoothly, until now. He's standing behind the podium, rattling line by line about sovreignty, outlining detailed concepts in democratic theory, when he notices the professor checking her watch every minute or so.

"Is something wrong?" he asks.

"How much longer do you have to go?"

"Well, I have 25 minutes don't I?"

"The presentation's supposed to last ten minutes"

"Shit."

He's gunning through the presentation now, skipping slides, glossing over subjects that aren't critical to what he wants to talk about. Faster and faster, until at the end of it all, he's out of breath.

His classmates stare. The professor sighs. And the clock ticks one minute ahead--class is done.

Whoo, fell behind

Meh...I haven't been blogging as much, and I've seen so many interesting people. Time to change that.

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Wroks in progress

Working on a newspaper tonight. Will post soon, dear readers. In the meantime, read this to keep yourselves occupied:

http://www.achewood.com/comic.php?date=07072006

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I've been swamped with work,  will post a real post tomorrow.

Dying

"I was the student that was dying when I came here," she says.

Then goes on to talk about writing 15 page papers. Being an overachiever. In general, going over and beyond what anyone asks of her.

She lived up to some higher standard in school. Wanted to be top of the class, for whatever reason. Built up an education that stretched out for days and hours on end. Turned in multiple drafts of everything, and loved every second of it.

~^~ ~^~ ~^~

Meanwhile, here I sit. Struggling to finish reading all these essays. A semester behind. Frustrated and confused with what to do with life right now.

And loving every second of it.

Awkward youger guy

Pale, smiling. Scraggly facial hair.

You show nothing about yourself. Secrets are kept.

You wander from campus, to coffee house, to home. I see you with friends, but I don't know who you are, where you are from.

Your head is rounded off by short hair. Average in every way.

Your clothes are baggy, indestinct jeans with a tee shirt, sweatshirt when it's cold.

And yet, you smile. Permanently. Happy about life, the sun that's shining, the warm coffee that heats your hands in the cold morning. You are learning, and thankful for it. You have friends, and love each one. And you know you are in a place you need to be, a place you love.

NO TIME

I've been swamped with work. More posts this weekend. Apologies, dear readers.