Everything was great, everything was fine. We sat arranged,lounging about in chairs as we lapped up speech, trendy words and interesting topics. That incessant chatter, the cute sparring of words, us, Boys both seeing the perspective, reflecting on the differences we too saw, in ourselves as we spoke.
This was the warm college atmosphere. Those overly heated libraries, comfy pillows, the stacks of books (A necessity). We all loved it, perhaps the dormfood was a negative, but youth we had, and youth we enjoyed. Every breath of ours was laced with philosophy, every word a quote. Our essays were the compilations of gods, dead gods, but immortals nonetheless.
Happily we ran through academic splendor, only to be side lined by chatter, gossip, our social lives no matter how repetitive and mellow as they were. Relationships, mere relationships rather than the triumph of mankind, those love stained chats.
And there I sat, lonely, the loud music in my ears, a portable player in my pocket, straining over a book, I'd describe it but the only "defining" trait of it was how big it was. Pencil scrabbling along the paper, an unpleasant slide to the curve of an A. A paragraph made I took a break, stretching back and rubbing eyes in the same instant, before my form once again crouched down, sweatshirt slightly obscuring my flexibility.
Not to say it was all studying. There were parties and drinks, I didn't enjoy the mindless swaying but others did, adamant and unchanged by my attitude. We enjoyed the games, the countless differences we all carried and the similiarities we treasured.
The constant grind was motivating, as we braved the sea of academia, swashbuckling our way through calculus and chemistry. But even more so was our involvement for we were one single entity, free and large, one single person with a million ideas, and perhaps we were human.
The most human of any, learning our skills, probably not used, our minds addled by the constant memorization, not to mention the possibility of permanantly crouched backs, thanks to low tables.
And then it ended. |
Submission Name: Difference?
