Thus far in my college experience I have not sought out any non-mandatory resources, save a few conveniences. I have been to the library a couple of times to read, and I wrote one article for the school newspaper which was chopped up, restructured, given a dumb title, and put through some sort of apparatus that takes every word I that I actually put some thought into and changes it to something less concise; all without my permission or knowledge. The project has not furthered my understanding or appreciation for service to a community that I find flawed and motivated primarily by deception.
I have seen the day-to-day relations of us kids gradually alter however from socially tentative individuals stuck in the same classes together to individuals stuck in the same classes together. Yet despite the usually decline in average temperature that accompanies this time of year, it hasn’t seemed so cold lately. On the other side, where the ceiling is cracked in the hall the rain comes in sometimes. It all really depends how it falls. Slouched yearnings evade hands like sieve sand. This time it only rained for a minute or two, and now me and me small-step down the diffusing corridor. Time, wearing dark glasses, erodes skin and bones as I go, half-heartedly dodging broken glass. Almost all the windows have now been broken, those windows that used to be mirrors in the dark. I’m still learning scales, and my ruminations bounce around like sound, but in stranger pieces. Now as I trudge my prescribed path, I can’t help but get a kick out of the smell of the rain outside on the pavement with regret obscured. Its broken panes crunch under my shoes.
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