Does it feel like the days are pushing through the wind like an eager space shuttle? It feels like that to me. I am getting older by the day. This, doesn’t bother me. I am one of those people who keep forgetting how old they are, not intentionally, it just doesn’t really matter. Life happens; you are in, then you are out. No need to worry about the age and the wrinkles. They will come when they want, and when they do I will know I have earned them!

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But I do feel like the days are flying. There are things I have been meaning to do this summer, and I am yet to do a majority of them. In two weeks, grad school will start! Thoughts of grad school make me want to do cartwheels; jump into the ocean and splash the world; sing on the apex of my lungs or just cry and laugh in a little ceremony of sheer foolishness. Only because I have been wanting, dreaming, hungry to go to grad school, like, forever! And now that it’s almost here I am just soo excited, I get giddy when I think of this thing. The fact that I will be spending all my life on the freaking number 5 train to Flatbush isn’t even a downer.

I can’t wait to write papers and complain about them every step of the way. I can’t wait to close read and argue with authors in my head, I can’t wait to meet other people who think literature is yummy. It feels like I am going back home. It’s been too long.

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Jane A. Odartey