FRO 14 DTF

Very few things resemble lookng accross 7th Ave. at 34th street at rush hour, waiting to cross. One thing that comes to mind is something I used to take part in at shows when I was younger. That was called a Wall of Death. Well, here I am. Whether willingly…or kicking and screaming…it doesn’t matter anymore. I’m here, that’s what matters. “Look at the positives,” I say to myself feigning confidence, “You’re going to school in the greatest city on Earth. A great school too!” And I was right. Even just finding new combinations of Avenues and Streets to walk down during my cummute made things better everyday.

A week goes by. “I’m scared as hell.” Two weeks go by. “I’m stressed as hell!” Five weeks go by. “I’m tired as hell.”

Rhythm set in.

Six weeks now. Just got a 99 on an exam…I guess I’m not drowning…