Names to remember: Rachel from LIGHT AND COLOR, Kelly from ETLIST, Jessica from THE BUS HOME, Maddy from SHAKESPEARE, and to sit with Lindsey from OUT OF NOWHERE.
You also just finished re-reading Lullaby and have started re-reading Fight Club.
You're kind of in that phase right now.
You're Chris Fryer the student, now. It's an entirely different you. A summer goes by when all you did was smoke pot and watch movies and work and lounge, lounge, lounge... you forget what it's like to sit in a classroom. Go over the syllabus. Introduce ourselves. The meet-and-greets of the first days are over, now. You've leapt off the diving board. You're swimming in it now. Literally. With school and work running side-by-side, you're immersed. No more full days of nothing. No more trips to the river, unless it's on Sunday. No more staying up past your bedtime for no reason. Not as much coming home stoned after work at 3:00 AM. Not as much being stoned overall, most likely.
But fuck all that. Alyssa got fired.
Monday, the official last day of summer, and the official last page of 2008: Chapter Two, and the chapter ends on a plot-twist that no one could have seen coming. You went into work like normal around 3:00 PM and Michelle pulls you aside and says, "Alyssa got fired," and tells you to read the note they posted on the whiteboard in the back. It says she didn't pay for her food. It says they need to fire her to send a message. To prove they will drop the axe on any of us. At any moment. For the stupidest shit. Better yet, they'll fire you for stupid shit that you didn't even do. Alyssa paid for her food after coming inside from smoking a cigarette. The money is in the register. The food is paid for. No harm done at all. She's fired -- swear to God this is true so don't think you were crazy or anything because this really happened two days ago, I promise you, me, and us -- she's fired because she didn't pay for the food BEFORE she started to make it, before she put the cheese and pesto on the bread and tossed her sandwich into the oven.
And you don't know who you're writing this for. You, obviously, but you feel like it's necesary to write it down. Catalogue the event. Even though you know that life will go on. The sad truth is that life will keep going. It's like A'romas hit a patch of rapids while rafting and Alyssa fell out of the boat. Splash. Just like that, snap of the fingers quick, she's gone. Forever, probably. Although she'll probably stop by now and then like Mario. Shayna. AJ.
That plot-twist marked the end of summer and the next day you woke up and took the bus to school. Physics: Light and Sound, Astronomy: Extraterrestial Life / Interstellar Travel, Geology: The Natural History of the Hawaiin Islands, English: Intro to Shakespeare. All good classes. You've met a few people. Girls, you notice. Funny...
Now you're out of steam. So, that's all for now.
You also just finished re-reading Lullaby and have started re-reading Fight Club.
You're kind of in that phase right now.
You're Chris Fryer the student, now. It's an entirely different you. A summer goes by when all you did was smoke pot and watch movies and work and lounge, lounge, lounge... you forget what it's like to sit in a classroom. Go over the syllabus. Introduce ourselves. The meet-and-greets of the first days are over, now. You've leapt off the diving board. You're swimming in it now. Literally. With school and work running side-by-side, you're immersed. No more full days of nothing. No more trips to the river, unless it's on Sunday. No more staying up past your bedtime for no reason. Not as much coming home stoned after work at 3:00 AM. Not as much being stoned overall, most likely.
But fuck all that. Alyssa got fired.
Monday, the official last day of summer, and the official last page of 2008: Chapter Two, and the chapter ends on a plot-twist that no one could have seen coming. You went into work like normal around 3:00 PM and Michelle pulls you aside and says, "Alyssa got fired," and tells you to read the note they posted on the whiteboard in the back. It says she didn't pay for her food. It says they need to fire her to send a message. To prove they will drop the axe on any of us. At any moment. For the stupidest shit. Better yet, they'll fire you for stupid shit that you didn't even do. Alyssa paid for her food after coming inside from smoking a cigarette. The money is in the register. The food is paid for. No harm done at all. She's fired -- swear to God this is true so don't think you were crazy or anything because this really happened two days ago, I promise you, me, and us -- she's fired because she didn't pay for the food BEFORE she started to make it, before she put the cheese and pesto on the bread and tossed her sandwich into the oven.
And you don't know who you're writing this for. You, obviously, but you feel like it's necesary to write it down. Catalogue the event. Even though you know that life will go on. The sad truth is that life will keep going. It's like A'romas hit a patch of rapids while rafting and Alyssa fell out of the boat. Splash. Just like that, snap of the fingers quick, she's gone. Forever, probably. Although she'll probably stop by now and then like Mario. Shayna. AJ.
That plot-twist marked the end of summer and the next day you woke up and took the bus to school. Physics: Light and Sound, Astronomy: Extraterrestial Life / Interstellar Travel, Geology: The Natural History of the Hawaiin Islands, English: Intro to Shakespeare. All good classes. You've met a few people. Girls, you notice. Funny...
Now you're out of steam. So, that's all for now.
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