Lost and alone in the wilderness of Kieffer Hall.

Distraction, wrong floor, stairs.

Panicking, slightly-above average walk, don’t be late.

Turning corners, PLOP. I fell.

OUCH my ankle.

Chuckling to choke back tears.

Up, scurry scurry.

I knew I shouldn’t have stopped to take those pictures.

Sits. Breathes.

Intimate. Why did he just say intimate?

Contained flight and green peas.

Logistically, a mathematical breakdown ensues.

Natural light and venetian blinds,

Trippy and dizzy, I feel high from confusion.

Does my brain control me, or do I control it?

Together or separate?

Liquid permeates my laptop cover. Seeping.

Glass honey. Wet. Dimpled white covering soiled with spots of brown.

Short sweat pants and a tan below Bermuda shorts but above capris.

Headaches everywhere, five bonus points.

No D2L, only excel.

I will not plagiarize. I will not plagiarize. I will not plagiarize.

Paraphrase and summarize, plagiarizing fills with lies.

Crunch, crunch; granola.

Crunch, crunch; salad.

Eat daintily. Use a fork. Mind your manners.

Post master general and the printing press.

“Has technology ruined our minds?”

“We live in a medication society.”

Rhetoric is the art of persuasion.

Sprockets, rockets, Space X, jet fuel, Donald Trump.

The penultimate line.

Ne soyez pas timide!