Paul Baribeau : Strawberry
Lately I feel that I have been lowering my standards and accepting second best, or even lower than second best. What happened to my stubbornness that fought for everything I wanted? I have my financial aid meeting with Columbia tomorrow. My mom thinks that my stubbornness is going to be how I make it through my freshman year without dropping out like the other 68%. I guess we'll see.
I get my wisdom teeth pulled June 4th. Then June 11th-13th I'm going camping with Aaron and his family. I'm really excited for it. After my graduation party on the 14th, I start working at the barn I board Dobbin at. Thirty hours a week will put a nice amount of money in my pocket, in addition to the money I make from Ali's.
Part of me wishes I wasn't leaving soon so that I can prove to you how this is meant to be.
To say that you are cute would be like saying a strawberry is sweet. 'Cause a strawberry has secret flavors that are sharp, and tart, and red, and deep, and I would love to find you growing wild out by the woods. I would make a basket with the front of my t-shirt and take home as many of you as I could. And to say that you are pretty would be like saying that the ocean is blue, cause the ocean is full of all kinds of colors, and I see all kinds of things when I look at you. And I want to explore you with my tennis shoes off, standing ankle deep in a tide pool with my khaki pants rolled up. And to say that you are funny would be like saying that the night sky is black. 'Cause the night sky is filled with stars and comets and planets that no one has seen yet and I want to look at you, lying down on my front lawn. I'll try to take you all in at once, but you just go on and on and on.
Lately I feel that I have been lowering my standards and accepting second best, or even lower than second best. What happened to my stubbornness that fought for everything I wanted? I have my financial aid meeting with Columbia tomorrow. My mom thinks that my stubbornness is going to be how I make it through my freshman year without dropping out like the other 68%. I guess we'll see.
I get my wisdom teeth pulled June 4th. Then June 11th-13th I'm going camping with Aaron and his family. I'm really excited for it. After my graduation party on the 14th, I start working at the barn I board Dobbin at. Thirty hours a week will put a nice amount of money in my pocket, in addition to the money I make from Ali's.
Part of me wishes I wasn't leaving soon so that I can prove to you how this is meant to be.
To say that you are cute would be like saying a strawberry is sweet. 'Cause a strawberry has secret flavors that are sharp, and tart, and red, and deep, and I would love to find you growing wild out by the woods. I would make a basket with the front of my t-shirt and take home as many of you as I could. And to say that you are pretty would be like saying that the ocean is blue, cause the ocean is full of all kinds of colors, and I see all kinds of things when I look at you. And I want to explore you with my tennis shoes off, standing ankle deep in a tide pool with my khaki pants rolled up. And to say that you are funny would be like saying that the night sky is black. 'Cause the night sky is filled with stars and comets and planets that no one has seen yet and I want to look at you, lying down on my front lawn. I'll try to take you all in at once, but you just go on and on and on.
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