The Reluctant Grownup

Well, it’s happened.  The ship has turned.  I can point my bow (stern?  port?  bow is the front, yes?) towards the future, any future.  It is a coping mechanism, a survival skill finely…

or if I needed to?  The dilemma with a blog about boring daily life . . .  in the face of such tragedy, its frivolity and pointlessness is coldly exposed.  Then I read…

We had a stained glass window set into the front door.  On the day it snowed, I remember looking through rose colored glass to see my roommate’s ancient convertible car under an inch…

Patrick is applying to several other schools now, in light of our recent REJECTION (the word rejection outlined in bright red light bulbs, the bulbs pulsing with a buzzing !You’re a Loser! sound…

Half the class has received their grade for Contracts*, and the other half has not, and in a fit of impatience/insanity – I can’t decide which – I’ve checked my grades 5 times…