and growing
Today felt very sophomore year..
I spent more time doing minimum-wage-range work than I did attending (all of) my classes and finishing assignments. It was raining buckets outside and I was without a clue and an umbrella.. ella.. ella. And damned if I didn't find myself walking down McKee Place, soaking wet, en route to my "non-sedentary" workplace of sorts amidst the construction, the evening traffic, the dark of night, and the threat of a pit-bull-packin' slumlord looming around the corner, looking for love and a check for last month's rent in all the wrong places (i.e. my pockets and my wallet, respectively). The cherry on top was that (the) Uninvited managed to squirm its way into and out of my backpack today like it had so many times back in sophomore year, when I was on a one-man crusade to disseminate as much cat poison around campus as is humanly possible by a young puppeteer armed with only a mercurial and damn near projectile rat muppet in VHS form. (Talk about deja vuDE yao ming for all you pinyinzers!)
I suppose the silver lining is as simple as the fact I am not a sophomore, but a senior and as a senior, I'm two years closer to graduation- two years farther removed from the central vortex in the proverbial vast lagoon of pig feces that is the Pittsburgh/Oakland metroplex, wherein only the scummiest of the scum remain forever clogged (e.g. Chris "Do It to Me One More Time" Deasy, Chancellor Nordenberg, Luke "Tax Me Gently" Ravenstahl, maybe a fiberglass panther or two, and the spectre of an amorphous OBShuffles hobo-hybrid, two parts crazy, one part spare change, ill-shaven to the last extremity). So, although it might feel like I'm circling square one (and losing my mind in the process), my progress is quantifiable in years passed and inches grown (I have definitely gotten taller, thank god).
I call this hope.
It's all I've got.
I spent more time doing minimum-wage-range work than I did attending (all of) my classes and finishing assignments. It was raining buckets outside and I was without a clue and an umbrella.. ella.. ella. And damned if I didn't find myself walking down McKee Place, soaking wet, en route to my "non-sedentary" workplace of sorts amidst the construction, the evening traffic, the dark of night, and the threat of a pit-bull-packin' slumlord looming around the corner, looking for love and a check for last month's rent in all the wrong places (i.e. my pockets and my wallet, respectively). The cherry on top was that (the) Uninvited managed to squirm its way into and out of my backpack today like it had so many times back in sophomore year, when I was on a one-man crusade to disseminate as much cat poison around campus as is humanly possible by a young puppeteer armed with only a mercurial and damn near projectile rat muppet in VHS form. (Talk about deja vuDE yao ming for all you pinyinzers!)
I suppose the silver lining is as simple as the fact I am not a sophomore, but a senior and as a senior, I'm two years closer to graduation- two years farther removed from the central vortex in the proverbial vast lagoon of pig feces that is the Pittsburgh/Oakland metroplex, wherein only the scummiest of the scum remain forever clogged (e.g. Chris "Do It to Me One More Time" Deasy, Chancellor Nordenberg, Luke "Tax Me Gently" Ravenstahl, maybe a fiberglass panther or two, and the spectre of an amorphous OBShuffles hobo-hybrid, two parts crazy, one part spare change, ill-shaven to the last extremity). So, although it might feel like I'm circling square one (and losing my mind in the process), my progress is quantifiable in years passed and inches grown (I have definitely gotten taller, thank god).
I call this hope.
It's all I've got.