It was basically a bad day.
I didn't know it was going to rain so I wore my suede-fur boots. My feet were SOAKED the entire day. I forgot my umbrella.
All these fall sweater and under shirt layers get to me after a while...I think that's why I always get depressed this time of year.
- I'm always:
- Covering my head up with hoods so I can't think.
- Covering my neck up till I can't speak.
- Covering my feet up in the wrong shoes so that each step I take feels heavier and heavier
- Along with the heavy school bag on my back that makes my muscles cold, tight and sore.
The only highlight of that day was my African-Canadian literature class because of the professor. Taking this class was the best fluke decision I made this year. By the time I leave the 3 hour lecture from 6 to 9 on Tuesday nights, I'm between a world of utter exhaustion from the day that started at 6 and a world of whirling thoughts and ideas. I've never met a man like him in my life before. He is so passionate about what he teaches that sometimes i have to hold back my tears and rub my arms to flatten the goose bumps. I wish I could carry him around my pocket so I could get this riled up about my thoughts all the time. Its rare that it happens to me nowadays.
But anyway, I'm feeling crabby walking to the subway after the class finishes at 9, and I'm soaked and tired but my mind is a contained firecracker underneath the hood that's covering me from the firecracker rain drops dancing on the top of my head. I’m feeling so miserable because my boots are still sopping wet. I get on the crammed subway and something really weird happens….
