Well there, now it’s gone–the last of it. Remnants of campus life cleaned out of bookbags. Pens and pencils, calculator, and a floppy disk. Scraps of paper, mints and gum and comb. A mini-flashlight? Oh yes, night classes. Never used.
Susie Student, dead for now. Resurrected maybe someday in hallowed halls and writing desks. It was an experience, a different me than I had been in many years or maybe ever. A different me emerged, draped in black, different than the white-robed girl of forty years ago. Different than the woman who stepped light and cautious on foreign soil of further study. Heavier now with purpose, more certain of herself, I may have even left some tracks.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology