Day 57

Standing like Uluru, I cast my gaze upon the desks and saw that they were empty. What shadows not cast might bring pain, might also bring respite? For every screeching desk rodent in absentia, was a moment of peace for nerves worn thin.

However this is not how I viewed my lonely world. I sulked like the last fish in a dying ocean and lent a salt tear to the brine to remember my pain. In my own childhood how many days did I stand alone at the bus stop, while crowds of children stood across the street and dared me to join them? Violence I'm sure was in the penumbra of their blackened souls.

And now as an adult I find that loneliness has followed me from childhood to the small hours of my life's evening. The birthday party will be canceled again, the dogs will all run away and my hermit crab will once again fall to his demise leaving me with not even an unsatisfactory companion.

Seniors left me to wither in silence. They were home shoving candy into their faces like hippos eating unsold Halloween pumpkins! Once more I was left with only the memory of a human connection that never was born, a dream that dissipated like mist under the ceiling fan as soon as my eyes opened.

I don't need them! I have my sophomores, and juniors and although they are poor substitutes for human companionship, at least there is no such thing as sophomore skip day, although maybe life would be better if there was.