One year ago today was the first day of my last semester at Harding.
There was little worth remembering about the morning except my linguistics class, for which I was very excited until I met the professor. I felt a mixture of horror and pity as he spoke and immediately began plans to drop the class for being lame.
That evening in my room, I received a call from my friends Amanda and Courtney. They asked me to audition for their play, the Mousetrap, and I agreed although I had severe doubts about my acting ability and I was unhappy that I would have to put clothes back on to meet them. There I met a girl who I thought didn't care for me at all but in a few months she would tell me that she loved me, and I would believe her.
That night I went back to my room and listened to Scott Orr and Laura Veirs, wondering what would come.
(This may not mean a thing to anyone else in the world. In truth I suppose a blog is simply a charade of significance, so it is well written here. I have made a lot of decisions since January 14, 2008 and I am wondering if I made the right ones.)
4 years ago
2 comments:
It's really strange that that was a year ago. It seems like much less time has gone by. I miss you.
Hannah.
It's surreal how far seemingly inconsequential or irrelevant actions can take you in a year...I've been thinking about that a lot lately.
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