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I'm in the fletcher library right now. I've done some facebooking, found out my freshman reflection essay was accepted by the dean's office (we don't really have tests, but we do have to write essays for the dean's office) There's a bennington tradition that this particular essay be written drunk and I partially complied. They're the best paragraphs of the thing too.
I slept in my car last night, not because there was really nowhere I could have stayed but because I wanted to, and it somehow seemed appropriate. I've become a ghost here. It's not just because my parents moved, it started just about a year ago, my slow fade from really being grounded here, & this stopped being my earth. I wouldn't do highschool over because what overwhelms my memory is the last part & the worst. Crying in public becomes amusing when you stop feeling awkward in awkward situations. The lady at the computer next to me is undoubtedly more uncomfortable than I. I used to love this town so much.
I slept in my car last night, not because there was really nowhere I could have stayed but because I wanted to, and it somehow seemed appropriate. I've become a ghost here. It's not just because my parents moved, it started just about a year ago, my slow fade from really being grounded here, & this stopped being my earth. I wouldn't do highschool over because what overwhelms my memory is the last part & the worst. Crying in public becomes amusing when you stop feeling awkward in awkward situations. The lady at the computer next to me is undoubtedly more uncomfortable than I. I used to love this town so much.