This like one of those inspiration movies. Full of sparking energy and inspiration flowing through veins like the effervescence of fresh champagne bubbles. A tale of triumph. Of charater. Of human strength. A little Morton salt girl in a big world. You may actually not think this is all that enduring. but it is and if you don't well, then something must be wrong with you.
It all started yesterday....
You see she went to this meeting about [[this post was just interupt by a 20 min. FIRE DRILL. Saftey First.]] the Boren Scholarship which is this program that gives lots of money to go study abroad in countires that aren't normally studied abroad in. like south africa. or Brazil. its great and gives great funding. to do great great great things and it got her motivated to do all her shit because you have to have a strong application to win. like a chammp. so she was on a mission from God (dollar goes to the person that can name that movie.) And she decided to put her efforts into her UrbanPol paper by doing hard core research at the Worcester Public Lib. First, she missed the bus by 3 mins. Thats like less than five minutes.* She waited and caught the next. Upon arrival to the WPL, she walked towards the general direction of the post office to mail her dear friend, Ann's package. Picture this: a girl clad bright yellow Morton salt girl rainboots, bright green rain jacket, big backpack, and big map that turns as she positions herself from one street corner to the next walking down sidewalks of the equivence of Colfax-ish. She trudged on not to be trifled with. Stopping for directions from the train station lady and sercurity guards realizing the walk was longer than originally reasoned. Only to be stopped by one kinda creepy guy. He says "Wow, now those rain boots are AH-dorable" She thinks to herself: "Uhhh, really now?". She arrives at the post office--raincoat sticky and stuck to her arms. As she akwardly peels it off hitting the package displays, sending envelopes flying, she is stopped by a somewhat less creepy guy, he says "Your yellow rainboots are so cute". She thinks, "Comme on. Can't you see I don't have time for your still creepy comments at this moment, somewhat less creepy guy". She sends the package. She walks out to see a STARBUCKS which she hasn't seen since August. She buys an iced chai. Relief. She arrives back at the Library and approaches the Refrence desk dripping in rain/sweat belovedly holding her empty chai cup. The lady behind the desk can barely see over the counter, fragile wrinkled and tiny. She says "Okay lemme see what I can find" and bends down below the counter. Morton Salt girl thinks: "Hmm, hopefully she has something if not, maybe I'll go back to Starbucks and get a muffin." The little library lady reutrns with 3 stacks of 4 inch binder above which she can barely see. Morton salt girl quietly munches one ice while reading 8 census reports and flipping though magazine articles dating back to the 1960's. The protagonist returns a hero, and the world bows to her and give her the scholarship and tell her that April Fools, there is no paper.
the end. this took pathetically long to write, I should go write my paper.
*if you've ever seen that SpongeBob SquarePants episode with the bus, it was like that.
