Life or Something Close

Friday, May 13

Summer School

I'm sitting in the commons right now waiting for time to go to my second class. I wrote the following last night when class was just starting, thought I would share it with you.
A slightly largish head with a face not unlike Marmaduke. Dress in the typical attire of a man of his profession, black slacks, slightly ill fitting, and a cable knit sweater to cover his full round belly. He speak quietly, nearly too quiet for those in the back to hear. a thick accent hangs in the room, not unlike the stench of garbage on a hot hazy summer day.
Broken English. Awkward silences of the first day. Housekeeping to be done and explections are laid.
Welcome to summer school.

Have a great day everyone.


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