Day 127: The Long Haul

I feel like I live in AB3. I think I've had a class there every semester that I've been in Fort Myers (just like I've had a class in the library every semester... what up wit dat?). But it's never been this bad. This semester, I have two classes in a row in AB3. Not only that, but the classes are in the exact same CLASSROOM. I'm in room 107 for four and a half hours on Tuesdays. =(

For comparison, the only time I've ever even been in Ben Hill Griffin Hall is when I stopped in there to go to the bathroom. Why can't I get some classes in there sometimes? Yeesh.

The boardwalk into the North Lake Ghetto is a pretty chill place, one of the main reasons I actually enjoy walking to and from my classes on campus. The other reason being those shuttles are PACKED. And unreliable. You could wait around for ten minutes before the first shuttle comes by, and you finally get on it and it's standing room only, if that. Not worth it. I'll pop in my earphones and listen to some tunes while I enjoy a few minutes alone on that relaxing walk.

Oh, also... I meant to put this with yesterday's blog but it totally slipped my mind. There's a poem that I was recently introduced to, which inspired the blog title for yesterday. I recommend you read it, it won't take long. "Come to the Edge" by Christopher Logue (though it's often misattributed to Guillaume Apollinaire).

Now for my poem, which absolutely pales in comparison (and is limited to only 20 words):

Words on a page don't mean a thing
No passion behind the things you say
And your clever little lines

Song: "All the Right Moves" by OneRepublic. Piano and electronic-laden pop.