I live in the corner

It really has been a different type of semester in school. The type where you don’t know what day is what or what time it is, or even, what is happening this very second. It’s the type of semester that the only judge of time is based upon what paper you have to write next or what class you did not read for. Yet, even in the midst of such chaos and imbalance, I keep on trucking—barely. This semester is the kind where you truly discover what type of person you are. Whether you are able to make it for grad school or not, whether you are really ready to be an adult, or even, if you are ready to move forward in becoming a better person.

I guess the best way to describe my current situation in school is through architecture. You have to understand, that I don’t understand anything about how buildings are built, or why they do the things they do. I worked construction for six months out of high school. It was torturous labor. Suffice it to say that I know very little about buildings. With that being said, my room on campus is perhaps the worst room possible—I have one window and it doesn’t open.

This doesn’t seem to be that big of a problem, except for the small detail that I love fresh air. This is partly because I love to feel the fresh breezes and the solemn rain and partly because I might just be the stinkiest boy alive. I need my fresh air. Whatever the case, I have one window and it doesn’t open.

I am positive that the only reason I mention my missing window is because I don’t have one. If I did, I wouldn’t even mention it. The wall adjacent to my room is the gas and water sprinkler system. This isn’t an arbitrary mistake. There is a reason for it. Life is like that; there is usually a reason for things that happen in our life. At times, we don’t have the necessary windows we would like, and we have to push through the best that we can. This is what it means to suffer—to experience something so profound that it hurts. I’m not sure what it means not to have windows, but I am certain that it means something…

Dan

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