June 28, 2002


I chose sleep over class. Guess I wasn’t too eager to see what grade I made on test 2. Today I had all my hair chopped off and I’m now sporting my new pixie do. In an attempt to make small talk, the hair dresser asked me where I worked and what I do, I told her I’m a student and probably would be for the rest of my life. She told me I needed to get out, get a job, and make money. I agreed and then fell silent.

Stranded again where I once used to be among jungles of concrete and yet something in reach, something to teach.

Author: Lindsay Niemann

Writer | Graphic Artist