Waiting to Meet
When you trip on the stairs after meeting with a professor, when you realize too late that something huge is caught in your mass of hair, and when your stomach accidentally makes a weird noise during something important, you start to pay attention to the small things. When you're stuck with three hours between classes and nothing scheduled but daydreams, when you're convinced that you're crappy at whatever it is you love to do and when you're sure that true love is meant for everyone but you, you have no other option but to think about the small things. Sometimes, it seems, everything big has gone wrong, and the future -- perhaps the biggest thing of all -- is sure to follow in that routine of mistakes.
