I guess I do have an extra comment to add before I go. And that is one hell of a difference I found between high school and college: the community. For those that go to Hunter College, they may understand what I mean. And maybe this only applies to us Hunter students. But one thing that is terribly noticeable is the lack of community in this school. As one student puts it, "unless you were in some after-school activity," there is a kind of emptiness that just succumbs you. As you pass through the halls, people look back not asking "What's up?", but rather, "What are you looking at?" It hurts after a while, and maybe one could get used to it. But not me.
In fact, I think about this married woman in my Business Law III class. She's probably in her mid 20's, short hair with the little pony tail, light skin complexion, she really looked mature. I've had class with her for about three semesters, and she never, ever, smiled. When she married over the summer, my friend and I thought the drought of happiness would be over. Boy were we wrong. She came back, same disposition, if not more of the same. Is it just the possibility that she has the facial complexion of someone who's mad all the time, I don't know. But you kind of get the feeling that it's a vibe of unwanted-ness. Like a "hands-off" kind of thing.
Obviously it's all been eating up since I returned from break, so I decide to turn a negative into a positive. And the result is a freelance that far from free flowing, just a series of thoughts that come to mind when I think of the hollow, but never empty, halls of Hunter College. Though I must admit that "Staying On Your End" would be just as a fitting freelance for this, for the benefit of releasing these thoughts, I decided to do a completely new freelance. With that said, from the other side...

A Crowded Hollow

Hollow walls surrounding hollow halls
I feel the empty stares of faceless crowds.
The only thing that will keep me holding on
is the destiny that awaits me a year from now.
The only safe harness that I find
are familiar voices I hear as they call me to them.
I feel to hold back the tears that I want to cry
For the lack of emotion that I feel
from others to myself, to others from myself
Am I not supposed to show emotion at all?
Is the fence that was built really that strong?
Is that bond of relationship not worth fighting for?
Sure, it provides a temporary solution
answering a temporary problem...
But when does it become a solution of permanence
not by dependency, but by association
that a family might share?
Could one's only existence be derived
by the roots it brings with them?
Then I pray that we not be condemned
marooned to our solidarity and fear;
that we may bring up a big family
that may fill these crowded hollow halls.