“You need Aderol.” totally snapped out of my visual trepse around the high ceilings of the library I looked across the table to meet smiling eyes with the reason I was actually studying for my geography test. Also the reason that I now shower in the mornings. He’s officially talked to me 3 times now. We’re basically getting married.
I tried to protest but just laughed.
“You have the attention span of a millisecond, which could be why you’re failing.” he went on to inform me with a devious smirk.
As we sat across from each other on the 5th floor of Willy T, laughing and then falling quiet as we read about the economic failures of the Indian Subcontinent, I decided that I really didn’t care if I ever spoke to him again, the mere fact that I had a moment with a boy this attractive was enough to spice up my morning mirror pep talks.
I was right, I haven’t really talked to him since. And I still have a swing in my step. Man he was attractive. Or maybe the swing in my step is just the crutches.
And he’s right, I do need Aderol, not just for studying, for life. My roommate says I’m a conquerer. I find something I like or want to learn how to do, and I work at it until I’ve added it to my mastery list. And then if its not interesting enough I get bored. Which is why my career choice is so amazing, its something new and different every moment. It keeps me on my toes, always guessing, never knowing for certain. Always trying to outwit and learn something knew. Always an adventure and a creative outlet. What if, just maybe, I found a person like that?
I think for right now I’m just going to conquer walking… without falling down the student center stairs so random strangers catch me and half arm carry me.
