Always something will come up-a sick child, an unplanned trip to the store, the need to travel to an internet access site-and I have to leave again,giving up my blissful idea of a day where I get to stay home, running, driving, leaving my plans behind.

At this time of year, during the spring semester, I feel very burnt out in terms of school. Spring break is so very far away; there aren’t very many holidays; and most students are so tired of doing homework assignments that are beginning to all seem like the same assignment after so long. Only the ambitious, the energetic, and the workaholics were excepted- deliberately excepted because of ambition, or resignedly excepted because they constantly must have a million things to do, school gives them a purpose in their lives to fulfill.



I waited until the end, then tiptoed to the door and into the parking lot.

“Whew!” I thought, slipping into my car so no one would be able to catch me after the performance.

It wasn’t all that crazy to come. I’d just come to see him play. No one had seen me, in the audience. Watching.

I waited for a few moments, though, and pulled onto the dark road. Finally, I settled down and my hands stopped shaking.

“I shouldn’t do that again,” I told the darkened car.

The road, I saw, was wet as if from a rainstorm-though I hadn’t heard any rain. My headlights sliced through the dark, the only headlights on this deserted stretch of road. The only sign of life on this empty stretch of blacktop was a deer that scampered across the road in front of my car. Not something to make me feel comforted in the pitch dark.