Tuesday, March 05, 2002
So here was the plan: Finish midterms while only sleeping four hours a night, pack up the suitcases, the cat and the car, drive two hours with a boom box as my passenger and only source of sanity, pull into the driveway of my parent's home, walk in the door with a hero's welcome, and spend the ensuing week at the beach with old friends and siblings waiting on me hand and foot.
Here's the reality: Finished midterms, didn't sleep at all, a two hour drive turned into two and a half because of Saturday traffic, the boom box's reception only picked up stations with music described as "warm", got home only to find that no one was there, no welcome at all, old friends and siblings are all still in school, and there's a nice cold front taking it's time through town bringing 30 degree temperatures and throwing the beach plan out the window.
It could be worse, I guess. I could still be in Gainesville.
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Here's the reality: Finished midterms, didn't sleep at all, a two hour drive turned into two and a half because of Saturday traffic, the boom box's reception only picked up stations with music described as "warm", got home only to find that no one was there, no welcome at all, old friends and siblings are all still in school, and there's a nice cold front taking it's time through town bringing 30 degree temperatures and throwing the beach plan out the window.
It could be worse, I guess. I could still be in Gainesville.
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