This
is
not
how
I thought
this
story would
turn
out, me being
on
the outside looking
in
on unions happening
right
before my eyes and all I
had
to show for myself was a
feeling
of being left out of it all.
I
had no choice but to leave that place.
There
was
nothing left to accomplish by
continuing
to sit there and
feel
sorry for myself. I
walked
away from it all,
time
already being
too
late. I grabbed
my
ball and
headed
home.
A
drunk freshman
and
a wine bottle
sat
like bosom buddies
on
the curb right at
the
bus stop sign.
It
was her first weekend
away
from home, away
from
parental and neighborhood
eyes
who had watched over her
from
the time she was born
until
now. She had been
everyone’s
good girl but here
in
this college town she
couldn’t
wait to taste her
first
alcoholic freedom.
But
a first time sometimes
isn’t
a good time for limitations
are
like crossing over
foreign
borders without knowing
the
customs or the language.
So
she sits in a half stupor,
her
friends trying to keep
her
head bowed between her
parted
legs just in case
she
needs to vomit,
keeping
her shielded from
city
cop cruisers passing by,
ready
to take in any young
inebriated
student for
public
drunkenness. But
no
one passes by except a
car
full of sorority sisters who
see
this sight of freshman
misery
and break out in
annoying
laughter for they
remember
being a part of this
drunken
spectacle a time before.
Now
they find it somewhat
funny
that the college party cycle
has
begun once again.
