Spring Break
I had the chance to escape tonight, yet here I am sitting on my bed and twirling my hair. A half-eaten carton of chocolate ice cream and scattered animal crackers by my feet are the result of a long night of overload aftershock. These episodes usually occur every Saturday night and last until Sunday evening, when I prepare myself to go through the entire cycle all over again.
Over the past few months I have done my time on the Metro and the JO. Experiences have proven to be friendly, too friendly and otherwise just bumpy. To take a bus to school I have had to regularly get rides to the nearest bus stop, take multiple stops and, at times, walk the distance.
