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Boring DaysBoring Days
My name is Antti.
I wake up at 7:13.
I start the day by fetching the paper
while still wearing my pajamas.
That particular day was full of peaceful
and happy daily events.
There was no drama, no pain, no suffering...
Just another boring day.
Like a pile of old newspapers, the boring
days of my life are stacking up.
And then on that day...
I suddenly noticed... People's...
Faces... Faces... Faces...
I don't need a newspaper.
The spring sunlight reveals all.
And what it says is,
"Life is boring"
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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