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Im sifting through paper late at night, i left it for last again, but i have 3 more days, so im in no hurry. Which papers do i keep, which do i throw away? Some papers, like old math homework or history notes, i only glance at before putting them in the right pile, but every once in a while i find something different. A stack of old english freewrites, a first grade paper yearbook held together with staples, a picture i drew. Each of these is a link to another memory. I open the yearbook and look at the sloppy writing of my young classmates. They all say the same types of things; have a good summer, i didnt really get to know you this year maybe next year, see you next year. Sometimes there's only a name. I dont remember any of the names. The only name that conjures up the memory of that day is a teachers signiture, blue, loopy and intricate. I look at it and immediately i start to remember. Running down the wide space between two buildings, toes getting wet through my sandals from the drops of water on the green summer grass. The air was vibrant with the feel of summer and the voices of children as they ran to and fro saying goodbye to friends, signing yearbooks, or just standing around waiting for school to end.
I look at the doodle. Its actually a sortof messy diagram. That day our high school pe teacher was absent. So our class was given to another teacher, so time to break out the basketballs. The boys games are always so competative its impossible to join or even talk to one out of breath teen with both eyes on the game and only one spare ear, to listen to anything you have to say for more than a split second. They always monopolize the two center hoops, the ones with the most running space. The others of us usually play on one of the four hoops to eigther side. There are usually one or two halfway competative games being played on those. Halfway competative is a bit misleading though, they are competative, but its not a do or die thing like in the boys center games. They are also usually co-ed, so sometimes im able to join those. More often the fringe people, who eigther arnt competative or good at basketball, like me, grab a spare ball if there is one and play something simple like "horse". That day there were no extra balls or courts, so i sat down with my friend, and somehow i got ahold of a paper and a pen, and started to draw an idea i had out of the blue, and then developed on it. It was a kindof wierd idea to them, but i thought it was awesome, and i still think its pretty cool. I could tell you but i might bore you, to borrow the words of a friend. :]