The feat of another summer troubles me deeply now that I've been faced with the first week back to a college I have yet to share a memory worth remembering. The searing walks along the blacktop layered parking lots spare me no chance to let my mind wonder like a child, take in the views watch the trees sway, wonder what it would look like if you were on top of that tree... Simple thoughts. Not today though. Not in this heat. I find myself breathing in crap and spitting out nothing more. Why do I always leave for class so early? To get ahead of everyone else? In a sense, I'm already behind going to a community college where all it takes is a pulse to pass. Money well spent.
As I crawl through the secondary parking lots filled with cars, who will most definitely cease to exist in a week or two, a small taste of frustrated anger crawls up my spine: the site of eager students walking to class... who, for some damned reason, don't have the same disgusted look on their face as me. Why don't they? Jesus, I don't know. Why is it so hot? The heat that pours down on my neck doesn't seem fair to such a fragile specimen as myself. The town should implement shade wherever a human might venture out for a walk. Those brave enough not to cower from the rays should do so knowing that whatever they do after this aggressive exposure, 'I will do in utter pain.' 20 minutes before class and I'm already entering the building. I sit in a car not 50 yards from my destination, why should I leave 25 minutes early? Ah, maybe I'll run into someone I haven't seen in months. I'll be very shady and act as if they were one of my imaginations that I can no longer see. I'm sure they'll appreciate that.
