So, I was walking on campus the other day to a class I kind of dread,
and I was taking my sweet old time getting there when I happened upon a
bed of tulips. All of them were this deep purpley color, with white
edges. I remember this because I stood there and examined them, so as to
avoid extended contact with this class I was slowly making my way to. I'm sure the
people walking by thought I had some sort of problem, staring at the flowers
so intently that had been there the day before and the day before that,
too. That's beside the point, which I assure you this story may or may
not have one of. So I was staring at these flowers, and I saw that one
single tulip was yellow. The bright, cheery kind, standing alone in this
sea of dark purple. I waxed philosophical in my mind for a few moments
about individualism and the struggles of those who are different. What a struggle it is, to walk to the beat of your own drum in this constrictive society! How brave, that little flower, for standing up for itself and showing its true colors! (dramatization). And then looked at the time and saw that I had a minute and something like
38 seconds to get to class. But that flower made such an impression on
me that the next day, I brought my camera.
Monday, April 16, 2012
The post I should delete but I can't because it's the first one
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