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1:08 p.m. - May 10, 2003 I look at people all around me doing their thing and I wonder to myself how and when my mechanisms began to slow and cease and it became a challenge to remember directions, to return telephone calls, to focus and function with zeal. It is shameful to me because it isn�t as if I decided grad school wasn�t for me and fell back on other pleasures, replaced x with y. School was my everything and I�ve replaced it with nothing; my hands lay by my side and I�m uninterested in moving them.
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