all the rain. a red umbrella for color because it certainly wasn’t for protection. gigantic puddles. wet elbows. jeans in dark denim not because they were in style but because they were soaked. sidewalks crowded with wind and despair.
tonight was my last official class. almost everyone was there buzzing with comments for the workshop and giving the prof the benefit of the doubt before rolling our eyes at his latest tangent. he brought in munchkins and napkins. our homework had been to write a 50 word story. the technology in the room was broken, so a classmate was reading aloud from his laptop. i nominated one written by a very quiet but “listen when she speaks cause it’s right on” girl. i was/am obsessed with her story. it was pure poetry and it was good life advice. the smile on her face when i said “read hers! read hers!” illuminated the overcast night.
a classmate pulled me aside post class, “i know you’re a very busy individual, but could you read my piece one last time? i changed it wholeheartedly.” my smile illuminated the overcast night.
the rain dissolved into mist. my red umbrella returned to its useful state. the sidewalks were crowded with people again.
“great minds think in the same channel.” maga on us dialing each other at the exact same moment.
Abigail Mumford 
Yay! Congrats on making it through the end that class (unlike some other people who flaked out ages ago :))) Hope it was worth it!
overall, yes, it was worth it. i came away with some good writing exercises + it got me into some good writing habits (of which i’ll need you to help me maintain them!) (read: let’s bring back #writenight)