My restlessness builds as the clock approaches noon. My heavy eyelids are battling gravity. I’m fighting to stay awake.
My professor’s voice fades in and out. Depression. Anxiety. Schizophrenia. I just can’t listen anymore.
My stomach churns as I enviously watch my classmate devoir a candy bar. I’m starving.
I’ve been up since 4am. I’ve already managed to run 7 miles, fill up my gas tank, finish an essay, and wash my hair. And I just want some tea.
“I DON’T WANT TO BE IN THIS CAR ANYMORE.” We had been driving for days.
Actually, it had only been five hours. I couldn’t handle being crammed in the backseat of a tiny eclipse any longer. We were making our way back to Baltimore from Manhattan. The traffic was vicious. My legs were throbbing. And I couldn’t bear to listen to my brother’s pounding speakers vibrating within my head. I want to get out of here. I want my couch. I want warm clothes and silence. And I just want some tea.
I just miss her so much sometimes. We used to go on spring break together every year. We would pick a new island or anywhere warm for that matter and just take off. We would lye on the beach. Soak up the sun. Forget about life.
We used to go to quaint restaurants and order a single appetizer to share. We would never order real meals because we didn’t want to fill up. We always had to get dessert. Anything with ice cream, caramel, chocolate, and two spoons.
I wish Baltimore wasn’t so far away. I wish I could see her whenever I wanted. I wish I could start off every morning with her. Just me and my mom, and our cups of tea.
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Good post Arthi. I like the repetition of the tea as a connector throughout. It definitely illustrates your need for comfort in different situations and works well for this kind of assignment. What might be fun would be to write another short piece that is just a description of you and your favorite cup of tea, what does your mug look like, where are you, what does it taste like, etc. That would set up a very detailed image of what is so comforting about this beverage for you, and that image would carry through the other vignettes without you having to describe anything twice.
ReplyDeleteThe first paragraph was my favorite of the three. It communicates your emotion well and is concise at the same time.
Very nice! I really enjoyed how you tied all the stories together with tea. It once again was very unique. You also used imagery very well in this blog also. I think that this was my favorite blog you posted. You incorporated the collage essay very well, it was an overall good job. My favorite part was the third one, I thought you were talking about your best friend, and it was your mom.
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