:: Wednesday, September 18, 2002 ::

"Maybe she's just pieces of me you've never seen..." (Tori Amos)

I skipped 2 classes today and feel so very devious. I love how soft my hair is... it's like consolation for being up much too late for the second night in a row. I approve heartily of the big, red "Education Victim" poster on our wall, a crazed face with a pencil stuck through the brain. Self-portrait?
I wish I was a college-brochure student today. I want to wear black shoes and new jeans, and lovingly carry the textbooks I can't stand to imprison in my backpack. I want to sit on jeweled grass in a cluster of equally-pretty men and women, fresh and rosy from learning. I want to wear blue and gold, cheering in perfect unison with the rest of our campus at a basketball game. I want to decorate my dorm entirely from a Container Store catalogue. Mmmm, I love the idea behind higher education.
My thoughts on the stark reality are something more like this: "Hate school. Hate hate. Why do we need to know this? Why? More homework... as if I didn't have enough to do already. Maybe our bodies are supposed to produce their own crack so that we can fulfill our professors' expectations and live without sleep. Hate."
I am not pessimistic, really. Life without the Stuff is breezy and beautiful. I just can't help thinking that this sporadic stress is not what God intended... (Ecc. 2:23-24)

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:: Bethany Bassett - 2:32 AM :: + ::