Failure is not an option...

Getting to Logan: Scene 1

I drive to Logan on Monday, hurry and shove my frozen food in my new freezer. Fly out the door and run up to campus. Hike up the billion stairs to get to the top floor of the Geology building. Run into a 30 minute long line to get into the computer lab for the math placement test. Glance at the clock... 3:25. Class starts in 35 minutes. Shuffle from foot to foot, wondering if taking this test really is mandatory before class... Make friends with the girl in front of me, she's taking the class too. Try to eavesdrop on the whispering girl 10 people ahead of me. Finally make it inside the lab. 3:50p.m. Begin the test. X is equal to what now? Log of huh? Graph that? yeahh... a, c, d, b, a, c, d, b. Check the clock 4:05. Finish test. FAIL. 20%. Run to class.

Good thing I signed up for a refresher course huh?
Don't sit around waiting for me to fail this time.
Success is the only word I know.

p.s. Saudi Arabian's gaming all day, taking my internet connection? Comcast, here I come.

There's No Place Like Home...

Ahhh...

It's 1:05 a.m.

I've returned from Washington.

I can't sleep.

I think I slept too much in the car.

My brain won't be quiet. It keeps talking. Telling me things that I don't really want to think about, but I've been pushing them away so much lately, they have to come out right now.

Things like...

school. suitcases. goodbyes. driving. moving. dreams. wishes. goals. grades. future. boys. friends. money. jobs. lost things. oil changes. etc.

I've been on the move so much this summer. I've gotten really expert at packing a suitcase. I've been living out of a suitcase.

Slow it down. Give me a few more days.

I'm tired of being on the go.

Can't I just sit down with someone special and watch the leaves blow in a summer breeze for a while?

p.s. I love rainstorms.

Forever Young

Dear Time,

I feel like I'm running out of you...
...Finally back from EFY and I have so much to do...
......How can I see everyone that I want to see...?
...How can I be everywhere I want to be...?
It's making me anxious, and a little bit scared. I don't want to go back to school! I just want to hide under a blanket, and invent a way to stop you. Please stop moving so quickly. I'm having a great summer! I need more of you so that I can adequately do the things I want to do. I promise I'll use you wisely. Please please please.

Love,
Madeline