Monday - 6:39 p.m.
Classes started today.
I'm sitting in the school's computer lab. I don't want to use my laptop for a while because it’s acting weird.
I forgot how much college reminded me of high school, only with ashtrays and red solo cups.
I had to get to the university by seven this morning, for there is a distinct lack of parking spaces on campus available after eight. My class didn't start until ten, so I went over and broke into the campus radio station and spent a few hours listening to albums. Four years of my life were spent spinning tunes on that crappy little AM station. I was amazed that my key still worked. I understand that they're shutting the station down this semester due to a lack of interest. I thought maybe it would survive online.
Oh well. Progress.
After my class was finished, I went and visited with my mentor, who has been diagnosed with a rare form of cancer, at his office. He leaves for treatment tomorrow. We sat in silence for an hour before I told him that I was sorry. Then I told him that I was going to consult my copy of When Bad Things Happen to Good People by Harold S. Kushner for something soothing to say, but I had shoved it down my garbage disposal over a week ago.
Then he did something I’ll never forget. He stood up, shook my hand and quoted from one of his favorite poems by Robert Frost. He said it in such a way it will be forever etched in my memory.
“Its heart sinks lower under the sod. But something has to be left to God."
I hugged him, and then he left.
I don't think I'm ever going to see him again.