THIS Reality
I arrived on Sunday at exactly 11:30 p.m.
Voyagers didn't applaud once we arrived at the airport, as it is often said that Puerto Ricans do once they're back on the island.
I'm glad they didn't; I had a nasty headache, though, in a way...I wish they had...
Perhaps that would have helped my overall hyperness, or my overwhelming feeling to just take another plane back to D.C. in a clandestine manner...
All in all, whatever have I show for my trip today...well, it'll take me days to lay out. I can say, however, I have on my sleeves endless remarks of criticism, opinionated love, and much comparatism [I have to practice right? ha.]
Currently, I'm at the UPR. I don't even know what to say bout how it feels to be back here.
To be back home---> great. Sure my room is a mess -chaos incorporated- but, it's home and it's good.
Being back at the UPR? well, I cannot say I'm disgusted...but, I guess I can say it is rather unnerving to put feet on its grounds once again. I spent two weeks without doing it and they were great.
I mean, you come HERE to get a degree (BA, MA, PhD) and be out THERE. Right?
BUT why does it feel as though once you set foot you're never getting out?
It's as though the UPR was some kind of catacomb that reaches out to haunt you, embracing you its dark wings of shadows past, spitting uncertainty at your lips and frustration on your limbs. Yes, that's exactly what the UPR is.
I have so much shit to work on and no desire to even try.
ANYWAY, as for the rest...I took awesome pixies and vids, but they're all at Raisins', since ...her pc didn't want to play and record 'em for us. She'll be sending them gradually and in filtration.
I cannot wait.
...*sigh*
Back to THIS reality.
Voyagers didn't applaud once we arrived at the airport, as it is often said that Puerto Ricans do once they're back on the island.
I'm glad they didn't; I had a nasty headache, though, in a way...I wish they had...
Perhaps that would have helped my overall hyperness, or my overwhelming feeling to just take another plane back to D.C. in a clandestine manner...
All in all, whatever have I show for my trip today...well, it'll take me days to lay out. I can say, however, I have on my sleeves endless remarks of criticism, opinionated love, and much comparatism [I have to practice right? ha.]
Currently, I'm at the UPR. I don't even know what to say bout how it feels to be back here.
To be back home---> great. Sure my room is a mess -chaos incorporated- but, it's home and it's good.
Being back at the UPR? well, I cannot say I'm disgusted...but, I guess I can say it is rather unnerving to put feet on its grounds once again. I spent two weeks without doing it and they were great.
I mean, you come HERE to get a degree (BA, MA, PhD) and be out THERE. Right?
BUT why does it feel as though once you set foot you're never getting out?
It's as though the UPR was some kind of catacomb that reaches out to haunt you, embracing you its dark wings of shadows past, spitting uncertainty at your lips and frustration on your limbs. Yes, that's exactly what the UPR is.
I have so much shit to work on and no desire to even try.
ANYWAY, as for the rest...I took awesome pixies and vids, but they're all at Raisins', since ...her pc didn't want to play and record 'em for us. She'll be sending them gradually and in filtration.
I cannot wait.
...*sigh*
Back to THIS reality.