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Trying to stay caught up in the game of school but I'm running in circles again. Luckily the circles are keeping me active. Both mind and body are running and so far I'm doing okay.
Today was another day in history. And of course, each day is in all practicality, but today was different. Today I witnessed a gathering of people all watching the same thing occur that others all around the world were also involved with. People around radios, televisions, computers and upfront and center watched something magical as another president was inaugurated. I am Canadian who spent the day in classes, but was fortunate to witness parts of the event. The most wonderful thing was seeing a school that lacks school spirit and pride crowd around together for more than beers to unite in the viewing of this special event.
It was magical to see 4 floors of a building focused on 2 screens in an open-concept building filling every empty space. A single line of people marked the staircase with all bodies aimed towards the same. Every balcony was contained with students leaning over the edge just to get a glimpse of the action. If our tiny University was that active in watching today's event, it makes me wonder what other places were like and how many tuned in to listen or watch today?

The End.

21

It's a hard time here. I have bad news all around me and it's getting to me. The problem with that is that I'm so good at hiding everything that's affecting that no one knows. To some that would be perfect. To me, it makes me wonder why I do it? Why do I hide something so close to me? Another thing that gets to me, how come no one can tell? I need someone to know what I'm going through, someone that can tell straight away. I need someone I don't hesitate to speak to where it doesn't matter where or when I do it. Of course, at this moment I'm even hiding the news to a sibling or two so that they can enjoy their evening at prom. Thats however, it out of protectiong for them, not me. I don't think I need all the protecting I guard myself with, but who knows? I;ve come accustomed to my walls. Could I ever break them down?
The End.

17

Who takes the first step? It shouldn't be a question but it always seems to be.

After a fight. After some distance and time. After a great night. Who takes the first step?

I guess it comes down to a bravery thing. There's always those thoughts that come up though: Why must I do it? Don't I always make the first step? Isn't it their turn? Would I be too pushy? Should I give them more time?

My stupid mind questions too much sometimes. We all go through it. It's one of those games we deny to be a part of. Why does anything have to be a guessing game to begin with? Some jump into whatever without questioning. I like that idea, but it's not me. Analytical me.

Who takes the first step? I know while I think this through, a few days will pass and no step will be made.

The End.