First week of Class

Monday: Be still my soul and know God. Phone vibrate. Got an hour to get ready for class. but first things first: gather all my clothes and those little bits of myself that were dispersed throughout the room during my dreams. Morning traffic: my soul break out of myself and grow itself wings to escape the stress building in that metallic cage that I call car but isn’t moving. Morning class: strangers sit next to each other to eat knowledge like desert travelers about to share a water cup from the same well. Dinner time: No one to share food with except the little ant that just passed by in my kitchen.

Tuesday: Be still my soul and know God. I’m awake before the alarm from my phone wakes me up. Feeling happy and fulfilled but can’t recall the dream as if I have received an emotional surgery but will never recover the memory of the operation itself. I know not to reject a gift when I see one. Morning class: Feeling in tune with the text, the classmates and the instructor and understanding you only get what you give. Lunch time: called up a friend and shared a meal. 5 pm: traffic on the way back home. driver cuts me from the right. Blood pressure rises. Curses him silently. calms down and arrives home safely.

Wednesday: Be still my soul and know God. Wakes up at the alarm going off. shut it off and goes right back to sleep. O the good ole days when you could sleep at 3 am and wake up at noon! 11:00 O’ clock finally leaving the house for class. I realize my mind had played tricks on me: In my desire for sleep, I had convinced myself that class was at 11:30 like on tuesday instead of 10:00. Oops. Time to go hang out with friends. Will go through today’s reading materials later. It happens that I learn more sometimes hanging out with friends than going to class. #nonacademiclearning.

Thursday: Be still my soul and know God. Wakes up at the alarm. Submissively takes shower then breakfast then gets to class on time. I feel like someone should pat me on the back for being a good boy. All I can hear is lonely play in the speaker of my mind. So I search the company of men and refuses the one of books. at least for now. On my way home, the gray sky seemed to cover my life but thank God I have pockets full of sunshine!!

Friday: Be still my soul and know God. No alarm clock. Class was cancelled. Thank God. Boredom knocks at the door but I’m too carpe diem to answer. Even as I marinate in the silence of my room, I search for where the darkness breaks down and light penetrates. I have been given this moment. This day to make it as beautiful as it could be. But for now I’m going back to sleep.

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One thought on “First week of Class

  1. When did we hang out? Thursday or Wednesday? I never did explain to you why it is that writers drink so much. Well, in my days as a poet I drank a lot more. And had scoundrels for friends. But these days I’m much better — as you saw when we hung out.

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