The funny thing is- I actually hate that beginning line to any post but I am making a promise to myself, for this post at the least, I'm not gonna go back and delete. That's right! A true Catalina brain dump. What I was going to say is, I should be doing my week 10 discussion post for HILD 10. Something about Wang Kon and Buddhism in the Peninsula. Great class. Love the prof. She's awesome. I'm actually going to miss it once finals ends. In this particular class I sit up front. 2nd row to be exact. The first is just a bit too personal for my liking, second is good. You know why? The professor trusts that you are paying attention (which I am) but then in cold call outs she'll never call on you because she wants to call on the kids in the back! I am working and speaking up more. It will come with time I presume.
I actually sat second row in this class for another reason I won't admit. I'm sure every single one of us has done it though. Take with that what you will.
People said the quarter system would guy by fast. I didn't think this fast though.
Time is weird here.
Is it like this for all college kids?
I feel as though this summer was a year ago. Move in day I was someone completely different. I have absorbed so much information. Yet socially, politically, figuratively, literally... not much has changed.
Emotionally: that's been fun. But I feel as though emotions move in circles, you never escape those.
Life is mundane.
But you know what makes life un-mundane?
Dreams and coffee.
Think about it, a different dream each night that transcends you somewhere else you wish you were or you wish you will never have to be.
Coffee:
A good cup will always be remembered
A bad cup is hard to forget.
Each bean is unique.
Someone is playing a saxaphone out in the distance. It always happens Sunday nights.
Boys shuffle on the basketball court.
My left ankle isn't cracking and it's really getting on my nerves.
I want a spark and I wonder what other minds I'm in.
Hard to read on both ends aren't we?
So why can't one of us just?
Unless-again- it's all in my head.
Ahhhh see, dreams again. Un-mundane,
Well, I suppose I should start writing about Wang Kon again.
Ti'l then, go drink some sunlight.
Ciao.
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cat.
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It’s good to read you. Emotions are circular and cyclical especially in these times.
Dreams and coffee. The first takes us out of our world, but sometimes help us navigate it.
And coffee, especially the good stuff, best reason for waking to a new day.
Keep writing Cat.