enlightening

For the last two weeks of school I was a clock cog. Clocks do not sleep, they keep on ticking.

All those assignments I had months to tinker with, I left for the last stint.

That unwieldy stint I clobbered with my bear fists. 

I finished clumsily. But I love the closure.

For those two weeks of school, I lived like a vagrant in my own home. I meandered into sleep on the couch; I scrounged meals; I did all I could to make ends meet academically.

I only survived because of great women: Kyla brought me on school dates and sustained me with great chats; Rachel mastered the art of waking me up and rewarded me with Airheads; Bethany lent an artistic hand to my capstone project and provided me with a reason to dance; Kayla sacrificed her sweet and spicy Doritos like Abraham sacrificed his son Isaac, only in this case, I took the offering, and I ate it. They made me coffee. They smiled at me when I was grumpy. They were the mother hens that kept this little egg warm.

What gems.
What glittering jewels I live with. Harmon House is a treasure chest.