I can hear a group of freshman boys serenading their sister hall down in the courtyard with “We Are Young.” I wonder what they expect to come of it…
I am waiting for an email from a professor giving me permission to take a quiz early on Wednesday, so that I can catch a ride home to North Carolina for the long weekend.
I am wearing my mother’s flowered dress, which has pockets.
I am wishing that today’s weather would hang around forever, so I could walk in it forever. This afternoon, Amy and I met a woman walking her goats on Pinchalong.
Our room is cluttered, but the carpet is vacuumed.
I am thinking about how I like pumpkin mini-muffins and friends and my church and poetry.
I am planning for tomorrow–I’m going to bake bread at Emily’s.
I should clean off my desk. It has notebooks and spoons and a mug and pencils and a calculator and a sweater and a hairbrush and post-its and needle and thread from a button I had to sew back on and an empty envelope that says “$Cash$” and a stuffed giraffe named Butterscotch and a letter I need to answer. And other things.
I have my knees curled up to my chin.
I’m remembering that I should go to bed early because I have Bible study at seven-thirty tomorrow morning at Beans on Broad.
The boys in the courtyard did two encores.