August 2016

[Beginning of a new book]

It's been hot as all hell this week and heat shows no signs of relenting,
which pushes walks to downtown later into the evening. ████, ████ and I went
there a few days and nearly drowned in the humidity. That night we stayed up
and talked for a long time, mostly ████ and ████ talked about their time in
high-school. I didn't say much other than the occassional agreement or
question but although it may feel very similar I know we don't look back at
it similarly. Often, I get the sense that ████ wants to exist in a tiny,
final universe that summarizes the four years in high-school. It is such a
backward-looking philosophy to strive for feelings that have already been
felt before. There should be smeway to cast their vision in front, but each
time we are close and jovial they think it is an echo from behind!

Classes start tomorrow. I've been on campus for nearly  two weeks for mentor
training and I thought I couldn't wait for anybody to get here. But as the
ove-in date for everyone else drew closer I remembered that it meant
everyone would be moving in all the seclusion I once had cannot be afforded
now, only it can be found n the early morning and in the depest places but
flees fast. As a mentor I am responsible for a group of ~20 freshmen but
they feel so alien that I'm not sure how to proceed maybe it's better that
we share no common thread?