Yes that was on purpose. I will spell the u and the o out of proper seqeunce if I feel so inclined. I mean, how improtant is order anwyay?
Anyhow, I am beginning the process of saying goodbye to college. I will graduate twice this spring. Then, who knows what. Maybe I’ll film horse races or be a social worker or learn how to live.
It is fascinating talking with friends who are graduating in May. They are scurrying about in panic due to the approaching end. The house is burning down and they are scrambling to collect a few valuable things. There are also a lot of regrets and such to leave behind. Maybe that is one of the best ways to learn lessons, to really learn them: live them.
During finals week of last semester, I wrote a little song in the middle of the night. It is from a parental-ish point of view, commenting on college–the social experience and the institution. I uncovered this video (which I totally forgot filming) when studying for an exam last week. It is not a great video, but it is cool, because there’s a kitten on my shoulder.
I was there for your first steps.
I hope that your feet don’t follow
In the tracks that I have left.
You fell then, into my arms.
Now, I think you’ve gotten so far.
You gave them all you had,
Then you wonder what do you get
Waking up with a pounding head,
Empty pockets and regret;
That’s what you get.
They promised you a better mind.
They didn’t say you’d have to leave
They take your money. They kill your soul.
They tell you that you were never whole,