Friday, February 04, 2005
If I ever get out of here...
Brittany: The anticipation of a dreaded class is much worse than the actual class itself. I enjoy lectures more than I like to admit, but the five minutes before oration begins is sheer torture. I agonize over what the next hour will be like…how slow it will pass, and I feverishly contemplate starting an “If I ever get out of here” list. I know better than to actually compile the list...because no matter how distant the end seems, I will eventually “get out.”
This might not make any sense to anyone else, but in my sleep-deprived mind, this insignificant action is merely a small-scale representation of my life…
It’s amazing what one can discover by simply observing the little things.
¶ 8:42 PM
Brittany: The anticipation of a dreaded class is much worse than the actual class itself. I enjoy lectures more than I like to admit, but the five minutes before oration begins is sheer torture. I agonize over what the next hour will be like…how slow it will pass, and I feverishly contemplate starting an “If I ever get out of here” list. I know better than to actually compile the list...because no matter how distant the end seems, I will eventually “get out.”
This might not make any sense to anyone else, but in my sleep-deprived mind, this insignificant action is merely a small-scale representation of my life…
It’s amazing what one can discover by simply observing the little things.
¶ 8:42 PM
