One would think that after several days of praising the earth and my fellow man God would be diggin' me, wanting me to soar like a big red balloon away from the grimy clutches of a snotty child- my inner doubt. I had been taking morning walks, visiting the Peace Pagoda, going to mountain tops to see the sunset, kayaking down rivers loving my fellow women--I have pictures to prove it! Look! Look!
But you see, people, my untimely accident had nothing to do with the Big Guy. This is obvious because I am still alive. It was the Academon! The academically demonic woodland sprite that has been haunting and taunting me since I arrived here at Smith. I would have told all of you beforehand but to be honest I didn't think much of it myself. I shall explain:
For several weeks I have been having dreams where I am actually possessed by a ghost that is either trying to harm me or force me to do horrific things to other people. On my morning walks, acorns crash to the ground right in front of me and yesterday a monstrous chesnut bounced off of a building and whizzed by my head. There are no chesnut trees on that street.
What I have to work with here is that, basically, Little Dude will stop at nothing short of breaking my clavical to strike fear of the outside world into me so that I will hole myself up in my lovely little room and study study study for the rest of the year. Perhaps he is right that I shouldn't get carried away by the many wonderful distractions and possibilities Western Mass presents to its visitors. This year I am a student not a freelance...whatever! But did he really have to take MY big red balloon and pop it on a metal fence at the bottom of a steep hill that was meant to be rode down fast enough that you become air and hair and smiles on one of the most gorgeous days of the season?? (gasp)
yes. apparently so.
and that is all i am going to say about that.
goodnight and farewell to left arms!
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it is not whether you fall, but how you get up that defines who you are
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