#samramble

so what did my 11:45 class do? in the interest of student safety and general sanity?

it’s a 6 hour print so it’s out of my control now

i miss ethan and his stupid enthusiasm and uncorruptable attitude and his love of my mom’s bread

i miss micah’s giant flannel with the hole on the right elbow

i miss the corner by the door to the stairwell that nobody ever used where i could go when i wanted nobody to find me

i miss behind the building where i sang in the dark when grandmom died

i miss sledding down the hill by the hr parking lot

i miss having too many door decs with each their own special small silly meanings

talking with ms moose about the sea and about myth and about death and about bread

sitting down in morrison’s class and knowing that even if it wasn’t challenging it would be fun

sitting in the bryan lobby glass conference room and watching snow fall so hard as we played dnd and waited forty five minutes for jimmy johns

playing john williams music for middle schoolers in my favorite concert i’ve ever been in