I am standing on the artifical hill over the mcnair parking garage outside the test site.
When I was 17, I took my brothers laptop to Kensico Dam and wrote an essay about how this public monument would now be consecrated by: my past memories, the certainty that life would change by going to college, and simply because I willed it so.
I was foolisher then, what makes me think I am wise now?
I am no longer so certain of anything as I was when I was 17. But I know that I have worked very hard and learned much and I am humbled by how little I can really understand and those who have come before me passed; and not just the bar.
That's all I have to say for now...
Monday, July 28, 2008
"Too late or still too soon too soon to make lots of bad love and there's no time for sorrow. Run around, run around with a hole in your head 'til tomorrow."
-----They Might Be Giants
-----They Might Be Giants