Full Circle

Today I’m 27 on the 27th—tomorrow I’ll be 28 on the 28th.

Tomorrow is also my first day back at Florida State University, the college I started college at, back in the halcyon year of 1996. Anybody else remember 1996? The incoming freshman class tomorrow at FSU was eight years old, that hot August when I packed my shit up and moved from Pensacola, Florida, to Pensacola Street, Tallahassee. Eight years old. At least I’ve finally reached Junior status now, and can really get into my major. As soon as I finished my Associates degree in 2002, I went right into art and trying to get into (and endure) art school. Now I’m back in Creative Writing—the major I started out in, all those years ago.

So what will it be like? God, I can only hope I manage to avoid the sort of soul-sucking teachers that utterly turned me off to the entire art world. It would be nice to have some good luck, and get some praise, for once. But you know, I have a mighty good feeling about this whole crazy-ass endeavor. When things go in such obvious circles in my life, the present eclipsing and building on the past, I know I’m doing something right.

We’ll see.