I meant to write this on Tuesday, the 9th. I was going to backdate it, but decided not to. It was, however, written in my notebook on that date, and is being transcribed here on this date. My good friend, Derek, somehow, seemed to know that I was going to write this as he had sent me an e-mail about this "latest blog post" which, at the time of his writing, didn't exist yet. It indeed really creeped me out, but maked me realize that I had yet to post it to my blog. Here it is:
So this is it?
The last class
de mi vida.
Eighteen years of studying
of sitting in lectures
of exams and tests and homework.
And I'm sitting here
hardly understanding a word
complex spanish vocabulary
of topics I'm not sure interest me
so much paper
so much walking
so much tardiness
so much time
so much experience
so many pens
and hours and bookbags and pencils
and calculators and shoes and crayons
and staples and eraser shavings and folders
and adgendas and wins and losses
it was all so much
And right now I feel so, so little.