Mar. 31

3/31/2026 9:11 Correspondence 194

Oh boy howdy. How is it already April? Why didn't you tell me? It started as a snowball, and now it's a boulder, rolling towards me. So close to the end. Should I feel happy? Relife? Anxiety? Fear? What should I feel, because all that takes me is utter disbelief. That's what pins my fingers to the walls. That's what feels my brain when I try not to think. That's what I come to on my long walks between classes. Freshman year, all done. Why didn't somebody tell me?

 In other news, what do you get when you show up to a second-semester check-in for my U 101 class? The awncer: Me sitting awkwardly at a table surrounded by 6 surroity girls, the peer leader, and the co-teacher.. Most of the evening, I sat around listening eagerly to stories I had trouble relating to, and eating pizza. Honestly, a pretty good night. I also skated there, well, tried to. The restaurant where we met up was a decent way away, and I had never been. I routed a pretty good trip down, and it was a breeze maneuvering from sidewalk to sidewalk on my long board. The way back, I wanted to take a different route. A route I thought was going to be a straight shot. I was incorrect. Dirt paths and railroad tracks. Not the most skatable materials. But I made it back in one piece, and you find me here. Write this day's correspondence. Eagerly waiting for a text from my friends to hop on the game and catch up. I do hope they text soon.
Goodnight, friends, 

Calvin Landreth