The school day draws to an end on campus as everyone bustles about. They form in groups and talk loudly on phones, all trying to decide which party they will attend tonight. The frats will have one, the athletes, and possibly the sororities. Full of beers and liquors and sinly good fun. All around, it will be a good night for the college students of SFA.
But I, however, will sit up in the laundry room with Chey as we watch our clothes go 'round and 'round cause the dorm is finally quiet enough, calm enough, empty enough for us to get peace. Because I am not the type to stand out, make a fuss, draw peoples attention, I will miss out on parties, no matter how bad I would like to go. Instead, every Friday night I will sit in the laundry room, watching my clothes go 'round and 'round.
I know, you get it. I'm a sad person with sad feelings who just wants to be accepted. So does everyone else. But the thing is, I was accepted. In high school I had my theatre people, the friends I spent almost every waking hour with. They were who kept me together, swimming, functioning in this sometimes terribly shitty world. But I don't have them anymore and I won't even be going out for this school's theatre until the spring semester. So until then, I'll have Chey and her crazy fiance.
College really isn't all that bad. The people are annoying and the professors can be jerks, but it's not altogether bad. The atmosphere is fun, bright, and very hot. God, it's so hot here. I do believe that if I apply myself, I can change my circumstances and in three years I could be throwing a party that everyone comes to. (Not gonna happen, I don't even like cleaning up after myself.) Just to be involved and part of the "in-crowd" would be nice for once.
But I guess, in the end, I'll always have theatre people.
As always, spread the fresh wherever you go.
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