The worse thing though is when they stop asking. When you come into the room and nothing stops and the forks and spoons keep clattering, but someone looks up and says, "How's school" like that's all that you are now, credit hours and all, when it doesn't really feel like that, it doesn't work that way (when it should), it doesn't add up at the end of the night. Sitting with the computer and ruminating the interminable future, the restart button's within reach, but does it want to be pressed (it's begging).

The best part is when there's a drive and at the end of the drive is an arm that's waiting to loop itself around your neck. It starts out like a handshake but you're thinking "No way" and it ends up a hug, a hug to make bears proud, you know? And fuck the rooms with people who couldn't stop chattering, fuck the computer (who really can't fuck you), just keep on doing that thing you do because you're alive and someone's listening.