Sharp

     A round lake, with buildings like a shopping mall between it.  Sunny skies, and my hair is three feet long.  A friend, and her Grandmother insists I change into blue shorts.  Sand, and people I don’t know.  And a shark.  A dominating, spiteful, sharp-toothed shark.  Naturally, as the shark approaches, the lake becomes a hurricane, and my friend, a mermaid.

     Let’s play a game:

     To see a shark in your dream indicates feelings of anger, hostility, and fierceness.

Round three, day two. I'll get more creative with titles soon.

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

What do you mean I have to write on my first day back?  About walking the halls?

Black ink titled my fresh notebook page with “Five things I noticed,” after taking a lap around the inner walls of Murphy this afternoon.  “This isn’t too bad,” I thought, not realizing I should have brought my running shoes for the three consecutive laps I would take post-list.

            Number one, sounds of different shoes walking.  Two:  Room 111’s sign changed, now displaying “Journalism/Mass Communications” on the door.  Three, you must sign the equipment back into the lab.  No exceptions.  And so on.

Bona's, round three

Monday, August 29, 2011

     Today was the first day of classes, but not for me. Although sleeping until noon’s rewards were not disguised, I felt misplaced without my fresh notebook and RSVP pens strapped to my back in the Hickey.  Not to worry, Amanda.  Tomorrow, you’ll be glad you had today. Three undergrad classes separate my morning from my evening, two in which the promise of interviews and deadlines will call official end to summer vacation. The other?  I’ve read the Odyssey already.

     I was unable to find a food today that I could swallow down as a side salad to my feelings.  Both do well together somewhere deep inside my tummy, but instead, emptiness left both my mind and Pooh Bear belly unsatisfied.