A DAY IN THE LIFE OF A STUDENT
Last Updated on Sunday, 22 September 2013 23:44
I wake up at 6am on Tuesday morning, to finish a paper due at noon. The Hubble Telescope and Ginsberg are all over my desk, Papers, books and CDs, as well as whiskey bottles most empty, but one new. By 11:30am I’m in my Oldsmobile Cutlass trying to floor it, The damn torque converter, I had to sit 5 minutes for it to warm up. I rush to class late for a quiz on Silko’s “A Man To Send Rain Clouds.” The poor girl presenting got no help from the class. I did my best to cover the awkward silence. Me and Danny take lunch, I had the “Samurai Surf n’ Turf” over chow mien. I chew my convenient shrimp and steak while pondering the conglomeration of the Asian Cultures. We go to workshop where my take on Cain and Abel post Eden Is well received by all. This makes up for How they treated my “strange clone dystopian Sci-Fi” last time I went. While waiting for the Union meeting at 5pm, I decide to surprise my friend outside his class. It was his birthday after all. He tells me how he’s sick and how he had a whole six pack this morning alone to write a paper. I told him about Hemingway once, “write drunk, edit sober.” I hear some stories about girlfriends wanting to “come down” to see him. The Union meeting was uneventful. On the drive home to (San)Pedro I go over the Vincent Thomas where Tony Scott jumped some months ago. I found it strange, my way home was his way out.