Fly Airport Fly

I am a proud student of a university, flying home back to land and nation. Walking past the glass sliding doors with my head held high, I feel like a swan. A beautiful white swan. So beautiful I almost started dancing. In fact, that's what I did, a little dance. A graceful sweeping ballet of beauty across the white marble floor of the airport terminal.

No, I was queuing up for my air ticket. But I did have my head held up high. 

I answered the stewardress woman at the cashier in a clipped, competent tone and smiled charmingly when she said, "have a nice flight." Oh yeah babeh, I am smooth like a dolphin's backside. 

Then, with a noble student-of-uni walk I marched towards the escalator. I was a picture of competence and culture. Like Brad Pitt in some movie about walking while looking cool-as-beans. I took the escalator up to where the airport security was. 

Hah. The airport security. I may be scrutinized, judged, investigated, and searched. But I am not guilty of anything. I am a student-of-university. 

I approached the guard with my handphone, lappie and belt in a tray. Then I looked him in the eye. "Is that all?" I asked. He pointed at my pant zip. It was gloriously open. 

Complete, resounding victory. 

Sitrep.

I am hugely busy. More so in the last few weeks. They've been chock-full of assignments, essays and projects. It's these wonderful times at the end of the year, when you realize you have to sleep at 3-4 am only to wake up at 7am to get assignments done. Thought challenging, I remain strangely joyous and happy. My health is fine too.

Whenever a uni student with an ocean load of paper work told me how lucky I was to still be in school; I scoffed and told him, "HAH. YEAH RIGHT." I find myself being that stressed uni student walking around campus with a starry zombiefied gaze, yelling to all high school student apocalyptically what awaits them.

I'm writing this in the library's glass roofed cafeteria while sipping ice coffee. The uni experience is fantastic!

 At times you just stop in your tracks to wonder how blessed you are to be afforded the privilege of studying at uni. My favorite place to stop and wonder: in a place covered with trees next to the library building. During Autumn or Spring, it's beautiful with red bricked buildings and walkways clothed with brown, yellow and reddish leaves. All bathed in gold light. Fantasy land? No. The walkway behind my library. 

I actually wrote this a week earlier while gearing up for assignments, and now that assignments are finished. I am free. Even as I am writing this, I'm in a room full of intensely studious exam preppers. Their faces twisted into energy from the caffeine they're gulping.

I remain chillaxed. Fly like a G6

Fly like a G6 

Fly like a G6

A G6 is a plane by the way.

This is its interior. I want one.