It's seriously been like Forks outside here lately. I'm just waiting to get bit. EN 190 went ok. I really do love Literature and all the poems, plays and short stories that make it up. The kids in my class are pretty cool. Community college is actually a good experience especially since there are so many stigma's associated with it and quite quickly those walls are beginning to be broken down. It's a blessing to have a place to go where you can take fairly challenging classes for a much more reasonable price. It's a way out of this place--it's the only way I know. To be honest, sitting outside the arts I feel strangely more confident. I suppose it makes some sense. I have certainly produced a lot more papers than I have pencil drawings in my name. It is just more direct, concrete and certain. But all this makes school in sav a challenge I am willing to undertake. It is a learning experience after all, and if I have done anything at Scad it's learn. It has been all so new to me. And I am so happy to be continuing in a medium I love so much, fabric. I look for you everyday Fashion 110. I look for you. I'll keep riding my summers in the blue seats for now. My internship at Sitar begins on the 24th. Till then, it's Midterms (already?!- yuppo.) I'm just anxious for something. Maybe soon I will start acting my own age and stop having such elderly worries. I'm still here waiting and I'm not sure if it's the right thing to do. Maybe take a day off tomorrow Edward Cullen. The earth would like to see the sun.
"Then he was out of the room, out of the house, in the mild dust of the starlit road and the heavy rifeness of honeysuckle, the pale ribbon unspooling with terrific slowness under his running feet, reaching the gate at last and turning in, running, his heart and lung drumming, on up the drive toward the lighted house, the lighted door."
-"Barn Burning", Faulkner