jason told our class that he'd meet us on the other side, and i guess this is it. im not gonna say i never saw this coming - i always did. and so this is it, this other side, its just like how i imagined it to be: i ran home after math, ate icecream on the way, bathed, met matthias in town, came home and online. it had all come down to tuesday night, lying on the couch, drifting in and out of sleep, trying to recall 100flowers, rolling history into a too-heavy ball that was heavy to the taste - a little on the chunky side. and then there was wednesday morning with terence in the library, the promise that we'd run out of there at 1230, and 1230 never seemed to come, and the promos just amalgamated into one big masturbatory/vomity experience, building up, building up towards the orgasm, the climax that would be handing in those nasty three-hour-four-essays. and once we'd handed them in, we both could smile in post-orgasmic bliss, terence more than me, since i pretty much screwed history. ah yes and then there were those teachers. the irresponsible lit teacher whose unsavoury name i shall not deign to mention, who lost my essay and offered me last minute [the morning of the paper] pointers. and those teachers in walking up and down the aisles, demanding our attention with their cologne, perfume, heeled feet and fat behinds in tight trousers, as if their noble mission were more grave than the one we had at hand. when they gave out the question papers, they'd look into our eyes and smile. comfort or apology? i felt like a circus animal, my trusted trainer forcing me to ludicrous stunts. do they ever feel guilty they're part of the circus? or do they actually like playing along? and now everything seeps out through my pores of course, i ooze literature and history facts by the gallons such that by tomorrow, it'd be like promos never happened. hah, who am i kidding. ah well, good riddance, no more wondering about how the boy six rows away is racking his brain and how the girl two rows away isnt. this is the other side after all