ah, and so here i
find myself
halfway through my
junior year,
though technically
a senior with all
the credits i've
taken so far...
as i write this,
i'm in that
moment between
thanksgiving
and finals week that
seems to drag on
forever, but always
goes too fast to get
everything done.
christmas shopping,
reading, papers, tests,
hanging out with
friends because i wont
see them until
january...
i've been writing a
lot this semester,
writing for myself, or
rather, for a writing
group made up of
several friends...
"tuesday nights at
matt's" is what i've
taken to calling it...
but no matter what it
is or what its
called, it has
motivated me in a
way no other thing
or person has done
before. and it feels
great. it makes me
want to start a
section on here
of all my recent
writing... give me
another forum to get
comments and get my
work out there...
maybe i'll do that.
but not tonight...
just writing
this now is my way
of further
procrastinating...
today was supposed
to be a productive
day of writing and
researching and
reading and
studying...
all i did was watch
sex and the city
(my latest addiction),
drink chai, and make
blueberry pancakes.
two big papers due
this week, a test
monday, another on
wednesday, three or
four finals and
another paper due
the next week...
but then its all
over and i'm
off to Bellingham for
christmas and new
years, then home for
two weeks to work
and serve jury duty.
junior year...
junior year #1,
as i plan to be at
USM for 5 years.
in high school, junior
year was the best
year... here too
i think... so involved,
so connected...
it all feels right.

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When in Maine...
I finally got around to updating this, so you no longer
have to see my old address and my old lacrosse schedule
and my old ranting about freshman year being over...
because its junior year and i have an apartment and i'm single
and... god, who knows... but its good to get this all straight!
Sarah Trent
112 Coyle Street
Portland, ME 04103
207 632 2783
Email - hawkeychick22@yahoo.com
if you were a paragraph or an interesting tidbit or photo
or ANYTHING that was right here in this little space between
all those strange looking doors....
what would you be?
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