While there was still light in the day, I made my way down into the undergrounds of my school to the computer lab. Each student gets 250 pages of free printing, and… I needed them. So down I went.
Eras and epochs passed, the sun went down, and my throat started to constrict as my head got lighter. For all the smart people who put together and congregate in this school… no one thought to ensure a constant air supply to the computer lab (this isn’t unlike the fact that one of our buildings has distinct halves because the two architects started with different plans and just… awkwardly met in the middle). So I emerged from the undergrounds of my school and took in full breaths of cold Bay Area air and thought, “wow. I can breathe!”
I’m excited to be alive today. In the midst of dead week and finals and the verge of failure and the stressstressstressing in the air, I’m excited that I get to breathe and be.
How ’bout you?
