(A writing exercise)
I have twenty minutes until my next class. I was late for the first. I have missed essays and small papers, I have missed lectures and pulled a B on that midterm. I have played it fast, loose, and full of stress. It's a deadly combo that has cost me sleep, sanity, and structure. I sit here with a stiff twist out looking nutty, desperate, and ready for June 18th. It's 11:45 AM. It's June 4th. It's just around the corner, and playtime is over.
This quarter was one big mess of a lot of things. Mostly in my head, mostly taken out on my body. Summer....will be no easier. I look and feel a mess. Things that shouldn't bother me do. I'm a human. A flawed, boiled over human being.
11:48.
When does it all work out?
11:49.
Class starts at noon. My hair is a mess. Ugh.