sitting here in this gym,
my nose runs as my allergies act as
a constant reminder that summer awaits me outside.
finally, this hell-year is reaching its finale.
it has been anticipated by many,
just like LOST,
sshh, don’t tell me how it ends.
i want to ride it out until we are
rescued from this island,
known only by the elite as
International Bacchelauriate.
– Anonymous