the apple tree

Today has been such an odd day! Rivals Lilah's wedding day. On a whim this morning I went online just a minute before all the student stuff was up for the day, just to see if I'd be able to reset my password after a bajillion other tries. To my surprise, it worked! So I reset it to deafult, then changed it (my default wouldn't work to access anything). I was kinda disappointed though when I checked my email for the first time and it was empty. Oh well. At school, I went where I was supposed to go for my government class - the sixth floor of the library that held special collections. Nobody was there, though. This floor was dead silent - not like regular library silent where everybody constantly shuffle papers and whisper. No, this library had cold tile floors and was really just a sparse room with a few couches and doors to offices by the wall and a few wel placed student tables and chairs. Since there was only one other person in the room - a guy stting on the couches on the far side of the room - so I decided to take the advantage of the soft couches and the dead silence to read some more Caesar's Women, of which I have been absorbed in already. About the time my govenrment class would've convened had I been in it I went to my english class. But the elevator I was in picked up a guy on the fifth floor who promptly introduced himself as Kevin and shook my hand. I gave him my name because I felt awkward enough already without being impolite to him. We picked up some more people on the way down; one of whom was a guy who Kevin promptly introduced himself to. They got to talking and I gleaned that Kevin was an education major (!). Then I went to english class. We were in the computer lab; the teacher spent about 5 or 10 minutes actually explaining the coming assignment and the rest of the time was spent listening to sound files of boring examples. Consequently I spent the time fiddling with the computer now that I can actually log on and surfing the internet before messing around with my screen settings. Next class I had was Intro to Lib Arts, which I never liked anyways. Today was even worse because we had a counselor come in and talk about the test scores of a test I kept forgetting to take. It was all the usual study skills, attitude adjustment, and all the other getting serious for school crap. I want to get serious about school, really! It's just I don't take a liking to people who tell me, among other things, that I can't daydream in the middle of studying. Almost halfway through her speech my mind started wandering first to writing a poem, then to writing commentary about the choice of pictures on the handouts; then, in my head, I started to write a little memoir about how I was indeed serious about school but I was proud to be extremely disorganized! I found this so much fun it put me in good spirits all day.

I went across campus because (I thought) I had forgotten my lunch money at home so I went to a bench close to my next class and started reading my book again. Before I sat down though, I noticed this was the same bench I saw earlier in the year with the beautiful quote written on it. I don't want to slaughter it with my bad memory so I'll tell it to you tomorrow what I get a good look at it again. When I sat down though I noticed other things: a communist symbol drawn on the arm, on the other arm were scratched some more quotes and the familiar lover's initials. I resolved before this year is over I will write my own quote on it. The only problem was making up a quote beautiful enough to write on it forever.
My next class was pretty boring because we went over the basic myths - all of which I already knew. I kept thinking about my professor: he was married. He had at least one daughter. He graduated with a P.h.D. from Yale almost 30 years ago. He was an actual person.

Didn't do much the rest of the day except read. Hey, this book is pretty good alright? Tomorrow I think I shall think go back to the sixth floor again.