21, Senior. Boston. I'll be your comic relief.
who works at the convenient store / is in my movie class. plz touch me inappropriately to Blink 182 songs.while I wear your ray bands. right now.
(((enough to knock me over and break a few bones, but i didn’t lose consciousness))))
I’m really happy to be apart of this great city, last year at this time I was trapped in my apartment scared out of my mind. It’s strange how quiet everything was, and how empty and somber the streets were the following weeks after the attack.
It was terrifying to watch the news and see Suffolk’s campus, the places I would go for lunch, the places I would just walk to when I needed air. It was strange seeing my home being terrorized, I realized no matter how safe you feel you never are. It really changed me.
Returning to classes, and normalcy and walking over the very spot where a bomb went off makes me cringe. I stand on the exact spot where people lost their lives. I see the finish line, I see left over destruction as a constant reminder. Nothing about Boston was the same after that, but I think it taught me a lot about how people can come together after something so tragic.
I still can’t believe it happened, and I will never not feel chills as I walk past the memorials, or the bombing sites….
I am thankful, though, to be apart of this great city.
I look around me,
But all I seem to see,
Is people going no where,