When I thought about college and my past habits of living today - things like driving Molly or using the internet - they were a step removed. Just a little disconnected from the future. And I thought that it was as if I were picking up a garment from where it has lain on my shoulders and letting it slip off. It's not pertinent anymore. I'll pick it up when I come back
There are more kids here than previously, and most of us are shipping: five girls, likely five times that of guys at least. My roommate for tonight is named Jessia; she tells me I didn't need to bring so much stuff 'cause they'll make me buy it again. She's a junior in highschool, seventeen, with a southern accent direct from Tennessee and long straight blond hair and weary blue eyes.
Posted by switchfan at May 31, 2004 03:05 PM