Image: student at table in hall, writing with panicked manner, possible makeup essay… But the simplicity of her sight, rich in revolution, voice, presence.. Enviable.. Tempted to go back in there, watch her again, if not for only a couple seconds… I will.
Walked in, past her, paused in conference room, looked at books for a minute, then came back out here, into the cold. She saw me observe her, so the appreciation was brief. But confirmed. She was writing. Seemingly for her life.
Or a grade.