I went to Senior Portfolio, signed the attendance sheet and left. I couldn't stay there. I didn't have anything to show my instructor, and it's really too late in the semester for me to be this behind.
After leaving class, I went to the photo lab to pick up my prints, and then sat outside at one of the picnic tables with one of my friends. I called one of my friends; they didn't answer. Then I called home to tell to let them know what time to pick me up and from where: the library.
So, I'm there now, on the fourth floor. The view is wonderful, and I find it strangely soothing. There's a water tower in the distance that marks where my home is. I guess I find the view so comforting because I can observe so many th ings thar are going down below. For examle, there's a guy at the trunk of his car. He's looking for something, collecting some papers, I think. Now he's closing his trunk. He's moved to the front of his car and is looking at something in there. He just picked something off the ground. He's being pretty meticulous about his vehicle, brushing it off. And now he's headed toward the entrance of the library, out of view.
I see black birds light from the upper branches of an oak tree. One of them comes to rest on the roof of the College of Medicine.
In front of my table, there is a tiny spider on a single thred that's gradually making it's way down to the floor (I assume that's where it's headed). I hate how they string little thread across things, trying to make web, and then one walks through it, and you have a weird feeling acrosss your skin, and all you can do is try to brush it from your skin frantically, because you can't see it.
I came to the library with the intent of doing to some research to inspire my designs that I have yet to do. Doesn't look like that's going to happen.
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