So today was The First Day of college and for the first time in my life
I could wear floral prints to school. I waited at the train station for a friend,
and then we sat down for a few minutes while I had half an apple pie.
We tried to walk to class, lost our way (I believe that particular route is
haunted or cursed, for we've already lost our way there a few times before)
and then found our way again. We saw a gorgeous girl at the lift and
we saw her again in class and she spoke with an accent (and found that she was
a sophomore). There was not much to do in class today, except to talk
about ourselves and to find our future work partners. We have a project due
week 3, and I see myself pretty busy the next two weeks, with the project
and a business to run and possibly an exhibition to attend.
So The First Day of college was all right, and tomorrow
I am half-a-law student as I learn about the
stupid things humans do to one another in the business world.
And that was a prose-poem I wrote in 5 minutes.