It is evening again here at Lees-McRae College.
I am on duty.
Things are calm.
Do you remember Erica? Well, she and I email now. She will be at ASU in January. I’m looking forward to seeing her.
I got a voice mail from Jonathan yesterday. He is losing his apartment Friday and he doesn’t have a job. My best friend is practically homeless. And just think, I few months ago…I was his home.
I had to write up G.W. today. He was Haimon in Antigone. He had alcohol in his room.
Things continue to change.
One year ago, I was kissing Jeni on a stone bench.
Two years ago, I was eating at Mr. Gatti’s with Ryan, Amy, Christi, and Cheryl.
Things do change. And that is good.
If I’m not changing, then I’m probably dead.