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Fiction, by Joe Selmont |
As I laid face down on one of the couches in the Student Union with my headphones blasting some Ray Charles at top volume (“Georgia, Georgia, no peace, no peace I find!”), I tenderly rubbed my temples in a counterclockwise motion. Holy cannoli, thought I, life just refuses to get better.
For those of you who don’t know me, I’m Lamont Harpe. I attend classes at UAA, I work at UAA, I live at UAA, and have done so for four years now. God willing, I’ll graduate by the end of this year with a degree in French lit. I guess I’ll pick up from where I left off last time, which was at the end of a strenuous day. This last Friday I moved back into the dorms after couch hopping all summer, and the short version of the story goes something like this: it sucked, a lot. But at least I was through the worst of it – or so I thought.
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Lamont, bereft. (Illustration by Ted Kincaid) |
The master of unpreparedness that I am, I knew I would have to spend the rest of the weekend racing around in a last ditch effort to throw together everything I needed for the upcoming semester. Plus I was working a booth for my job at Campus Kickoff, so getting anything done on Saturday was out of the question. In the end, Kickoff turned out awesome, so the delay was worth it. In fact, looking back, it was the only positive note in an otherwise catastrophic weekend. There was improv comedy by Horatio Sanz AND the new action flick
The Avengers! Then some lucky sons of guns won Alaska Airline tickets. I would have killed for one of those, but, alas, I didn’t win. Nor did I have much in terms of money, making it impossible to purchase all the stuff I needed to survive the semester. And the list of “stuff I needed” was growing needlessly long as summer came to a close.