Unglueing my eyes from the glow of my laptop screen, I gaze outdoors and see light, soft flurries. The wind whips them into a furry and reminds me that winter does still exist.
The grey sky makes me feel gloomy and lonely. I want to stay holed up in my house in my workout pants and over-sized sweatshirt, stolen from the BF. Everytime he sees me wearing it, his eyes get squinty and he says, “Nice sweatshirt…looks very familiar.” To which I coyly reply that I have no idea what he’s talking about.
I should be working on Chemistry. Ugh. Chemistry. The thought of working on my lab makes me want to run to my basement and start digging a hole to hide in.
I picture myself with an enormous shovel and of course a hard hat. And maybe a tool belt..and overalls. All the essentials needed for digging a very large hole in order to escape the threatening and terrifying Chemistry lab. Yet it continues to haunt me like a terrible dream, reminding me that if I don’t face it, I will be forced to take the entire ugly class all over again. This thought alone will cause me to jump out of my cozy spot on the couch in about six seconds.
Until next time, and if my Chem lab doesn’t rip me to shreds,
