Jack: Wednesday, August 3rd

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My messy, curly, boy next door hair is in my eyes as I get a ping on my computer. I am back in my dorm after improv practice and our post-practice hangout (which of course lasted until 3am), and so many thoughts are rushing through my head. What will Dr. Straz do? What will become of his club? Will I be allowed to join when I'm old and married? Wait, this is way off topic...

My thoughts veer to Boris and how strange they were at our initial meeting. Nobody could possibly replace the trust and friendship I had with Dr. Straz, and it certainly won't be this freak.

I set my laptop aside and begin work on my homework, which I've been putting off all day. Biology is weird. Why did I change my major again? Life sure was simpler as a music major.

My computer pings again, and the Gmail notification catches my attention: Boris. Subject line: VERY IMPORTANT PLEASE READ BUT ONLY IF YOU WANT TO HAHA THANKS OKAY AND RESPOND WHEN YOU GET THIS. I roll my eyes and read the email. An invitation to Starbucks? So weird...

I shut my computer and roll up into a blanket burrito. "Hey Siri," I say, "Play my contemplation playlist."

As "Bad Day", the Alvin and the Chipmunks version, is playing, I am letting all of the thoughts of Dr. Straz and Boris flood my mind. 

Inviting me to coffee is a little strange, but I have been thinking a lot about my post-college life lately

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Inviting me to coffee is a little strange, but I have been thinking a lot about my post-college life lately. Maybe it is a good time to start discussing it.

On the other hand, I don't know how I feel about this "Boris" character and their ability to advise my academics. Maybe I should just give them a chance...

I un-burrito myself and re-open my laptop. In an email reply to Boris, I write:

Sure.

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