Today was the first day of fall and the weather seemed to act accordingly. Fall has always been my favorite season, because their is always so much to immerse myself into. And every year I find more and more reasons to love fall.
Today was the first day of fall and things happened.
It seemed simple, really. I overslept a little bit and dance around to Heathers the Musical while putting on makeup and clothes. I went to school, writing two pieces for The Montage, and sat down with two sorta friends and pretended to like sushi for a moment. And then to my first class, where I questioned my morals on ecotourism and thought about how even if my 419 class didn't turn out the way I expected it to, I'm still happy because I'm learning to be passionate about issues I didn't think I should care for before. I pulled my friend Garreth along with me after class, so we could both print out applications for the McNair Scholar's Program, and help our creative writing teacher set up for the BACHE visiting writer. Garreth and I then tried to hurriedly read an excerpt from Chantel Avecedo's piece aloud, the writer who would be visiting. We piled into our creative writing teacher's car to meet the writer at Eclipse with the rest of our creative writing class. She was a petite little woman with a big sense of humor and a lot to say about writing. It only helped that the Eclipse porch is one of my favorite places to be. Then there was a brief thirty minute stint with Corey after class where we were mushy and I rushed to get chilli cheese fries and a burger into me (because two pieces of sushi was all that had sustained me throughout the day) before going back to school for Chantel Avecedo's official reading which was brilliant and beautifully done. An afterwards I was talking to her, and she asked me, have you heard of the Auburn Writer's Conference, you should come? And then I went home, bringing Lily along, where we ate mac and cheese, watched the first thirty minutes of Prince of Egypt, and died bit by bit as we tried to attempt French homework. And even after I brought her back to her dorm room, I finished up my French homework and pretended like my brain hadn't spent the last two hours roasting under foreign language. And then I fooled around on the internet (Heathers the Musical blasting again), researched the Auburn Writer's Conference a little, filled out my McNair application and then turned on Nymphomaniac V. 1 on Netflix. And I pulled out my journal while watching and I wrote and I wrote and decided maybe it was time for a change and what better day to do it then the first day of Fall.
Now my eyes are too heavy to stay open, and I don't know if it will manage to happen, but who knows, just maybe?
Fin.
-Keshia
