Just a random story/thoughts i wrote during Core on sept 29th
We sit along the wall, stationed like pawns of a chess board, across from the tall enthusiastic professor trying to convince us of a philosophical argument that only a few grasp. I zone out and draw straight lines in a connected random patter over and over. Cat sits next to me, filling in the margins with as many pen lines as it can hold, like filling a cup to its brim without an overflow. Robin copies the notes off Jill and me, which seems fruitless for I am trying to copy off her. Only a portion of the class has passed and we begin writing notes to each other, trying to stay awake and conscious.
Two men in the class outstretch their naked feet in the middle of the room. Not an uncommon sight, but still baffling. I'm brought back to last night at Eat n Park where Eric Bell and Eric Jenkins were there, bare footed in a public dining area. How many times have uncovered feet walked across these floors? Mine have made the journey several times when I living above this place. I have paced in circles talking to Deena or layed on the ground giving shaggy haired boys back massages.
I am brought back to reality from the blowing of a nose and actual discussion. Cat's page is now completely filled and we are talking about faith. Being open and deciding to have faith presents a question for which no one has an answer. The topic randomly switches to air conditioning and the crispness of the Septemember day. As the cool air blows over my head, Cat and I huddle ourselves together to retain our own body heat. The loose hairs in front of my face way slightly like an empty swing in the wind and I am brought back to last night. Cool chills were sent through my spine both then and now.