(no subject)
a central idea behind advaita vedanta is the belief that all that is going on, happens in cycles. to achieve total liberation would be to free oneself of the almost dream state that we call life. i practiced my knowledge of the subject by dozing in and out of consciousness through class. it must have been from waking up early to study for my developmental pscyh class. the three major keys to a successful relationship are... "okay!" teacher glen shouted. he must have caught me with my eyes closed. turning to the clock, i see there is still 15 minutes of class time scheduled yet everyone is packing their bags.
yes...
my bag is just large enough to house the supplies i need for school. laptap snuggled nicely in with my notebook makes it somewhat convenient to pack up after each class. yet, like a pair of nice jeans that highlight certain parts of one's body, the bag itself looks lean, yet tough when fully packed. "i like your writing," he stands above me, but this can't be. my grades don't reflect such words. shocked, i passively accept his compliment trying my best to let it get to me.
yes...
after class, i take a round about walk with one of my peers. her and i schedule meetings on the date that the papers are due. both of us with bloodshot eyes, hammering away at the keyboards side-by-side. she got better grades. "i wanna read your paper," she says.
"it's really nothing, i'm sure he was just being nice." i tell her and pinky swear that she could read it. then, a thud sound like a raquetball hitting the glass. then more of the same sounds. two friends up on the second floor are calling for me...
yes...
i lose my classmate and walk calmly to the parking lot. each stride becoming stronger and longer until i can't help it... "YESSSS!" racing to the car passed the eyes of curiosity, shut myself up in the car and hollar out in my car, "do NOT wake up now!!!" nothing happened... so i drove home to waste away the rest of the day and watch some anime to celebrate the dream.
yes...
my bag is just large enough to house the supplies i need for school. laptap snuggled nicely in with my notebook makes it somewhat convenient to pack up after each class. yet, like a pair of nice jeans that highlight certain parts of one's body, the bag itself looks lean, yet tough when fully packed. "i like your writing," he stands above me, but this can't be. my grades don't reflect such words. shocked, i passively accept his compliment trying my best to let it get to me.
yes...
after class, i take a round about walk with one of my peers. her and i schedule meetings on the date that the papers are due. both of us with bloodshot eyes, hammering away at the keyboards side-by-side. she got better grades. "i wanna read your paper," she says.
"it's really nothing, i'm sure he was just being nice." i tell her and pinky swear that she could read it. then, a thud sound like a raquetball hitting the glass. then more of the same sounds. two friends up on the second floor are calling for me...
yes...
i lose my classmate and walk calmly to the parking lot. each stride becoming stronger and longer until i can't help it... "YESSSS!" racing to the car passed the eyes of curiosity, shut myself up in the car and hollar out in my car, "do NOT wake up now!!!" nothing happened... so i drove home to waste away the rest of the day and watch some anime to celebrate the dream.