Tuesday, October 27, 2015


I used to get up at 6:50 am to register for classes.

The room would be dark except for the blue glow of my roommates and my laptop screens.

 Exactly at 7 am we would hit the "register" button, and the site would glitch from the mass of students all trying to register at the same time. We would try again and again, interludes of waiting and frantically clicking buttons and hoping there were still slots left in the classes we needed.

 And then the button would finally work, and we would crawl back into bed.

 This time, a senior, I forgot to register.

 I forgot the franticness of registration day. The blue light waking you enough that you won't be able to go back to sleep but not enough to motivate you to get up for the day.

 The one time I forgot, I pushed the button, and it went through immidietly. Like a a gift for the senior registering for the last time. Like the web site was sticking out its toungue at me.

I used to place every face to a class, to a project, to a dorm, to a specific reason their face was ingrained in my brain.

But now faces run together into a blurred crowd of people and classes and names and connections
that no longer seem important.

Is it because the culmination of four years of classes is taking its toll?

Or is the Senior me purposefully forgetting because I am slowly un-caring myself out of this school?

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