Poetry does not come in a box so please stop trying to make me fit where there are corners and bottoms and lids. I am well-rounded, bottomless, and like to believe I have wings. I'm in a strange place right now. The physical location is normal, but the mental place is somewhere off. Bear with me as my mind wanders, for I've lost the map to coherency. I feel like highschool (the academic side of it) is already over--which is awful to feel when it isn't true. But it seems, in the past month at least, all I've been doing is fixing things for the fall, for my future, hanging onto myself as I grab at my job title; journalist, no, author, or photographer--all of the above? Thespians has been busy preparing for our induction night. Nik, Danielle and I spent long hours today shifting through monologues and I think we did a pretty good job of assigning them. Anyways, had that meeting afterschool and then had about an hour to kill before I had to go to work, so I went to Kris' house--without Kris. Kinda strange, but Mrs. Miller and I talked a bit and I got some brainstorming done on his computer. I have to make a poetry notebook for English (ah-hah! I DO have class!) that's due on Tuesday and it has to consist of ten poems pertaining to one theme. I'm having the hardest time deciding on a theme, it's pathetic. I was going to do poems about faces, but I couldn't find ones that really viewed the subject in a relatively close way to be examined. Then I thought of doing travel in metaphorical ways, but I couldn't really find enough on that either. Then I thought about innocence, but I think I've done-out on that subject. I might end up like every other Mary Jane in our class and make it surround the topic of love, but that's so over-done, like a really good song on the radio that you really like to hear at first and then it just dies because of being over-played. Anyway. I had a whole lot to say and ponder, but all of that seems to have left me now so, likewise, I shall leave too. Carrie