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  • Brmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...

    Some kind of ventilation fan is humming outside my door.

    I woke up this morning about 6:00. The funny part is, I went to bed last night quietly scared that I wouldn't be able to wake up by 8:00, which was when breakfast at Lyndon State College was casually being served. Breakfast, of course, being a college campus, is optional, and I don't actually have to be anywhere until 9:30 when we have to go meet our tour guides for the week. But I woke up at 6:00. And damn, this dorm is a quiet place at six in the morning. Walking around in the wee hours of the morning to find the bathroom, I almost felt as if the old peeling cinderblock walls were telling me "Come on, 6:00? You're a college student, what are you doing awake at this time?" But sure enough, the ancient, yellowing fluorescent bulbs dangling from the rafters are furiously buzzing away, happy to serve me no matter. There's even a fridge out here. This is pretty great.

    Voices. I think the world actually just woke up. Shit, I'm not alone. Voices, and a few stray people already up and walking around outside. Some little corner of my brain yells out "Hey, woah woah woah, I'm not ready for this! You're no college student, quit fooling yourself, what the hell are you doing here?" But I'm quite accustomed to that little corner of my brain, it's always loud but it's always old news. I'm about ready to shed it away, in fact.

    Hey, it's sunny outside. Really sunny, actually. It's positively picturesque, from what I can see through this grimy dorm window, the sunlight is warm, golden honey dripping through the green, green trees filling the campus. And the fountain in that tiny pond outside is still silently going, it's been going all night, whether I've noticed it or not. (Flashes of old poems, haha...) Today's going to be great. Bring it on, Lyndon.
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