Taking the back trail up to the mansion doesn’t sound like a feat, especially when most students walk it every day. For most upperclassmen, it’s our closest route to our classes. However, things beyond our control can truly shake the gravel that we’re so used to walking. But we’re in the midst of a downpour and students waiting for the bus are huddled beneath the roof and under umbrellas, trying to stay out of the rain. The back trail is flooded. To scale it you have to be ready to jump from muddy mound to unstable rocks.
This semester I’ve tried to sync into a routine, something to keep me at a steady pace. It makes the days seem a little dry with repetition, but I always end them knowing something that I didn’t before, or completed something that was unfinished before. However, there have been moments this semester where I’ve broken down and told myself that I can’t make it through the workload that I have. These talks usually come when something external bumps into my routine, whether it is loss or issues with a lover or friend.
I’m a drenched right now, but still hopping. It scares me just how much the rocks wobble.
Stage Fright 