5School was surreal, as if I was seeing it for the first time. People with clothes that matched, chattering gossip between classes.
Cafeteria food tasted scrumptious. I ate chicken and spaghetti, meatballs and all. I ate broccoli and ice cream and those Cheetos I had dreamed of. I drank orange juice and apple juice and cow’s milk. All in forty-five minutes.
I handed in my paper on the cosmos. I had written it by hand on the plane. I still had to do a critical paper on Closer To Heaven, something I sure didn’t want to think about. I hoped that in the future, the Himalaya would be a meaningful memory. But for now, I just wanted to forget about it.
The assignment my English teacher gave us in class that day was to write a poem beginning each word with the next letter in the alphabet. We on
