Since September 28 I have been attending
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This is the place small children come disembodied in the middle of the night to have their bad dreams. I can subtly feel their presences reeling through the windy, exposed sky bridges. On particularly cloudy and rainy nights the orange light of halogen lamps on vast expanses of dark cement create an especially exquisite gloom.
The teachers and other faculty are great. I am doing the twelve credits it takes to be a full-time student. I have a ten credit coordinated studies class combining English 102 and Humanities 105 called "Beginnings: Connecting Learning, Identity, and Culture," and I have a two credit Library 150 class called "Research in the Electronic Environment."







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1 comments:
After wandering halls like this for over 20 years, my mind has formed a sort of composite that I return to frequently in dreams. It is kind of a mix of camp, amusement park, outside mall, and university campus. Some of my worst nightmares occur here. And sometimes I dream of showing up to class having forgot my clothes. Know FEMA has plans to rapidly convert campuses like this into relocation centers in the case of a pandemic or disaster? I think I can smell liber-Tea brewing, or maybe a r3VOlution? Celebrate Bill of Rights day and the Boston Tea Party on Dec. 16th.
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