it must be the weather swings

i wake up in the morning and it is 5 degrees outside.

i walk to the bus and it is approaching 8

i get to school and walk across campus and the temperature is a cool 12 degrees.

i sit in class. the classroom is approximately 32 degrees. the teacher is sweating. she is making quick hand movements and talking about strict liability. my eyes are closing . . .

i have to pee.

leave class to go to the library, i'm starting to get a pressure headache. its a cool -1 degrees in the stacks. i eat my lunch at 1030 am. a cookie n' cream protein bar. the wrapper crinkles loudly, people stare.

its noon and i'm done skimming my readings. i go outside to the courtyard and find an empty table. its a warm 32 degrees in the sun. my head is pounding. i eat a plum and throw the pit down a drain pipe. i look around quickly to make sure no one saw me ...

back inside, in class. the professor is mocking a student who does not know the answer - does silence imply agreement of a contract? of course not. 10 degrees, and i'm wearing my scarf as a blanket.

class finishes. i shuffle to the locker room and organize my books. and scramble to leave the building before i am trampled by the impending crowd.

25 degrees

all the freshmen have arrived. they are moving into their shitty new dorms with boxes full of fans, cheap condoms, and high hopes.

i'm on the bus on the way home, the window is open, and there is a nice breeze. the bus is called the breeze, oddly enough.