Book of Exactly Whatever I Want

in class

Done on Nov 2. Haven't edited it since. And I frankly don't care. 

I smell nothing, hear everything. Whispers; philosophy.

Whoosh! Goes the door every time a late student walks in. I wanted to talk about women's forced double standards, but we'll go over the topic respective of the videos I found on such standards, next class, so I will tell the teacher of the videos, over the weekend.

It's only Wednesday, but I have a midterm tomorrow, so it's basically the weekend for me, already. I cringe, thinking about it. 

I was one of the late students. But I always have something to bring to class, even if I don't read. The girl on the elevator with me, trying to go to the same class, said she knew who I was already when I tried to introduce myself. I am the girl always asking questions in class. I also answer them. I talk in general, while everyone else can't speak as if their lips were female-castrated. I could not miss how that was possible, with the air in the room, one of boredness, confusion, and intimidation. However, how can one let it stand as so, and how did it even come to exist? 

I like to make things feel better. I like to speak through the silence. But I guess if a lecture is a teacher teaching and rarely asking any questions...that air can prevail. 

I also wanted to write a story about a homeless woman, after I saw a Butler journalism story on how homeless women cope with periods. For homework, I read about poetry, and women writing it. I decided I would take the defeatist attitude towards women being great and enthused about something as simple as writing poetry, and the struggles of the homeless female, and fuse them into a great story about a poor-to-homeless female in the time of Shakespear trying to make herself, too, known  as a great writer. I guess the historical air would be the same as Crispin: The Cross of Lead's. But Avi in general has a knack for really getting into  that setting he chooses, such as in Confessions of Charlotte Doyle, if that's what the book was called. It was a favorite, and I don't care if Avi is a children's story writer. I like him and C. S. Lewis's Chronicles of Narnia, forever and ever, and I am 18. And I am lovin' it. Which I don't McDonalds, thank you very much.