When I was around 20 or so, I got really sick. I had to go through many tests and had to go to the doctors many times but no one could explain my dramatic weight loss (150 -118) or my lack of appetite or the pain in the mornings and the nights.
But all this is just a repeat of something that I wrote a couple of years ago. Context.
So staying home all day wasn't the ideal time frame since I didn't know what time it was in the first place. I found out it was Spring and that there was the annual poetry festival going on at Evergreen and I decided to go. I took the bus there.
Looking back, I didn't know why I wanted to go, but I just did. I had no expectation of meeting anyone I knew or being social. I think I just wanted to hear some poetry.
I remember one poem from that read -- or actually a line. The poet on stage had a line that included a "Thank You" and the audience started to clap and the poet laughed and said, "I'm not done yet" and continued -- I forgot the rest of the poem.
At the end of the reading, I was about to leave when my Poetry Instructor, Rose Anna Higashi, saw me. I found it kind weird that she came straight towards me and looked happy. I just remember her trudging down the row of seats just to talk to me.
I pretty sure she thought I was dead or worse. I just remember her asking how I was doing. I answered I don't know. That's the only question I remember answering. I remember being the last to leave though.