I feel so scattered lately. Like my brain is one big, tangled mess and I can’t pull all the strings into a nice order again.
I wandered through town that afternoon in search of something to kill my boredom. It was 2:46. School had been let out less than ten minutes ago and all my friends who usually explored our small city with me had either stayed behind for some scholarly reason or gone home. It was a crisp, fall day. The leave were brown and fluttered to the floor as I walked. The world seemed calm.
It was the summer of 01. My friend Elaine and I were huge on Harry Potter and 9/11 had yet to happen. We were just kids still, fresh out of the 90s, with our scrunchies and glitter gloss.
This year, I graduated high school and embarked on the quest for a Bachelor's degree in order to land in a good career. I knew exactly what I wanted to do for the rest of my life, but with so little money to get there I had decided earlier in the year to go to the community college in my town. And boy, did it create controversy.