Sophomore Ramblings

I'll probably give this up in a week, but I thought I'd give it a shot.

I found this in an old notebook from Sophomore year. I kinda liked it:

My Shakespeare professor wears no wedding ring. Her face is round and her hair is gray, pulled back everyday in the same low ponytail, parted to one side. Her large, round glasses make her always surprised, magnifying her make-up free eyes. When she smiles she looks afraid, and the show of emotion quickly falls from her face. She desperately uses her hands to make her points and emphasizes every few words by rising up on her toes. Her favorite word is "uh" and her voice shakes when she speaks, tapering off at the end of every sentence. She shows the most feeling when she reads the Bard aloud, and I wonder if she spent her younger days reciting lines in front of a mirror, her voice bouncing and echoing off the bathroom walls. I wonder if this is where she saw herself when she sat in a classrom just like this one, in this very building, with a breeze smelling of spring rustling the blinds and the late afternoon sun giving everything the perfect light. If she got bored in class and daydreamed, writing love letters she never found the courage to send. Maybe if she had sent them she would be far away from here, watching one of Shakespeare's plays performed at the Globe, making her daydreams real. Or maybe this is exactly where she dreamed she would be, speaking softly the words of Shakespeare as the sound of the church bell striking three reminds us there's only an hour left in class.