(155 words) 3 Jan. 2018
By S.R.A. Markin
Classes start tomorrow. I am anxious. This is my eighth term in university. Even the gym is starting to get busy. It doesn’t help that it is the beginning of the new year. New year resolutionist. So many will quit, and it will be back to the regulars, and some new ones. Good for the new ones.
We try to train and groups of new student orientation walk and clutter the track. Are these kids not aware of their surroundings? Of course not. Most of them have little to nothing to be afraid of. They walk spread out and in the way just like they will when they take up space in the hallways, and in the classrooms. So many of them will not give a shit because that is cool. Some will, and they will move on. Maybe even to do more great things.
I will be here.