I finally overcame my "Anything-But-Poetry" block yesterday afternoon and wrote a 425-word prose piece based on my own experiences from high school band. It's titled The Longest Minute and anyone who was ever in a marching band (high school or college) knows that the last minute on the game clock before Halftime is always THE longest minute ever - and only partly because the clock can stop at any minute. It's also long because whether you're looking forward to the performance or dreading it, it can't get there fast enough.
I just printed it out so I can turn it in during class today - there are no classes tomorrow because of Fall Break, which I would be more excited about if I thought I'd get the rest of my financial aid money today. It's been disbursed to the business office, but when I checked at noon, the business office had yet to issue the refund check, so...I wish there was a way they could direct deposit it into my bank account or something, because I need that money.
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