postcards from the wars...

i had class today in the military science building.
one might imagine that having attended elementary and high school in a converted armory might have hardened me to such things. such however is not the case.
it deeply creeps me out.
one has to climb an impossibly steep winding, seemingly endless staircase to get to the top, where the class room is situated. on the way we pass by students in camoflage, all with the same stern glazed expression on their faces. at the top of the tower, we sit there discussing charlotte bronte, as the radiator bangs loudly, in a poltergeistlike fashion.
i got my first paper back today, with a glaring B- on the top of it.
i am not in a good mood.

and i forgot

to say that i fell today for the first time in a long while.
almost went flat on my face, but saved myself with my hands, and knee. wrenched a hip too.
have been hobbling around all day. gah.
i'd forgotten how unnerving it is, having the ground come up to meet your face.

grace, thy name is not kali-chan.