I woke up in some strange delusion a few mornings ago and wrote down what was going on before it left my mind. With stuff like that...once it is gone...it is gone. All you can remember of that stuff is the feeling it gave you or the light touch of the impression it left.
Well I read over it again and it resembled something someone would write under the influence.
We ended discussion early today because nobody had anything to talk about and there was only about 6 or 7 people in the room anyway. She was trying to keep a discussion going but the room was dead silent in the end. I felt sorry for the TA. The room was almost clear and I was one of the last to leave and she was looking down at her papers when I passed and I did not have to meet her face. It wasn't her fault that there was something wrong with that class. The sun was warm and bright outside and the breeze was cool and just right and the sky was blue and the grass was green but I still felt sorry.
In a crummy old bathroom behind the discussion room I looked in the mirror and for the first time in a while I didn't feel a sense of shame. Maybe I'm getting somewhere. I flushed all the toilets in there with my boot because they were all filled with urine and other things. I guess everyone thinks since its a crappy bathroom they can act like a scumbag. Or maybe it is the type of people that go to that particular bathroom that make it look that way. Or maybe they are consciously trying to conserve water and I'm wrong about it all. Whatever the case, I'm a toilet flusher vigilante. I'm above the toilet law.
I almost tripped myself trying to run for the changing crosswalk light. I didn't make it. I think I hurt my foot.
I got in my car and sighed and was lost in the music as I drove down and out of the parking structure where people were still hunting for spots. Tuesdays and Thursdays are rough. Someone got my spot though. I'm sure they were grateful for a few seconds.
I'm trying to figure out what I'm genuinely good at. For a career. Moderation doesn't usually pay. No one wants to fork out the cash for someone who is just a Renaissance man.
I guess we'll see.
