hope dangles on a string, like slow spinning redemption

only at the college can you look one way and see a man doing a dramatic reading of a jamaican poem in a really bad irish accent, accompanied by a hispanic man banging on some foreign musical instrument called a Hang, which looks like two woks glued together, turn your head and see your chef barging through the hall with one of your classmates obediently in tow, heading towards the registrar's office, and while passing you, giving you this weird look definitely stating that he did not enjoy the contemporary poetry reading, and upon looking in a different direction, you may also see the one person you never want to see again, simply because he never wants to see you again. all in 2 minutes, waiting for the bus. i'm sure there was more, but that was enough alone to hold 150% of my attention. i want vindication.