My phone vibrating on my bed post has to be the worst noise in the world. It's 7 am; I have two hours to finish a paragraph, read a couple of pages, or start my math homework. No one is awake in the apartment yet, but outside suits are going to work.
While walking to class a couple of people ask for money. They always have a new excuse, but my response is always, "sorry." A dozen smokers will pass by on my two block journey. Each puff makes me crave one, but I'm still going two months strong.
Taxis fly by. Buses roll up to the crosswalk. Sports cars dodge traffic. Pedestrians cross anywhere. Someone how, no one gets hit today.
All the buildings around me are gone or under construction. My entire block is in a transition phase; I won't be here when all of these buildings are done. Lots of shops are empty or not open. They are sitting to become something new, some day.
Students in my class don't know what they want to do.
In the back of the room I hear someone say, "...a designer... maybe" or "...I think directing, but I'm not entirely sure." Everyone has choices and decisions to make. Right now they are sitting in math class, being built and waiting to be something new.
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