Day 73.

Today AP Government took a Unit Test and there was great rejoicing. Most of the class suffers from broken spirits and empty souls. I felt that success on a test would bring them the warmth they have been craving but have never experienced. I have come to know many of them and sometimes they seem almost human to me. If I can pave their troubled steps with the solace of knowledge, then I will do so, for I fear my own dreams have already been wrung out like dishrags at the sink of hope.

When I came home today there was a literal metaphor in my front yard. A hawk swept from the corporeal heavens and ushered a blue jay into the very real and ethereal heaven that awaits all good blue jays. For a moment I made eye contact with the hawk and if he were a human he would have sped away in a Ferrari while giving me a thumbs up about how great his life was going. Instead he just flew away with a dead blue jay, and I was left wondering about what it meant and also what would I be having for dinner and what does blue jay even taste like? Here is an admittedly bad photo, but I was not ready for nature photography today.