Wednesday, August 29, 2012

In class writing 2

      I roll out of bed and look down at the t-shirt I'm wearing, it's for the band The Beatles. I walk down to the bathroom, toothbrush and toothpaste in hand, to find the hallways littered with flyers saying to "Vote _____ ______ for Hall Council Service chair" and a bevy of others who I didn't catch the name or position on Hall Council in which they are running. I get into the bathroom and find a bulletin board of all the upcoming events happening in the Woodworth complex. I walk back down the hallway, back to my room, grab my book, laptop and backpack and I'm ready to go. I see two girls in workout shorts and shirts labeled with Nike Swooshes ready to take on a morning run and the four flights of stairs. I opt for the elevator. Inside the small mobile room there are more campaign posters for girls running for Hall Council. This is a very good place for them. I read them more carefully in this confined space than out in the hallway.
     Every poster is advertising something different, every shirt is saying something different, every person around me is completely different.

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