Today started out going pretty well. Nothing really great about it, but nothing terribly bad either. I was really chill all day, for some reason; not very talkative, just kind of hangin' out and going through the day. Then in Choir last period, a few things irritated me, and after 3.00 I trekked back to main campus, printed something to give to Mrs. Kline, went over to Legion, waited for awhile, then went in and talked to her, all the while feeling closer and closer to a breakdown. When I walked out of the office the tears started, and by the time I got back to my room I was near sobbing. I have an 8 page paper to write for photography that I have barely started. I meant to to it after school, but I was in no state of mind to sit down and work. I went to the fitness center and beat the living shit out of a racquetball for a half hour. I jogged back to the dorm the back way through the rain, and before going inside I went and sat on the black stairs on Beason. That five minutes was the best part of my day. I sat, and listened, and watched. The rain was pitter-pattering down on the pavement and the metal, the cold and damp slowly permeating my heated-up body. I lay back with my hands in my pockets, windbreaker zipped up and eyelids closed, being gently caressed by the tiny droplets of water. I reclined there, sitting and listening to a woman's clicking heels on the cement, the muted sound of voices through the rain, and the pitter-patter of the water falling down. Opening my eyes, I looked up into the blue-grey sky, patterned with the twining fingers of the black tree branches above me. My face and knees were slick with water, and I could feel my exposed legs getting numb. Sitting up, I looked across the quad. Calm.