angels and mortals
the angels-mortals dance has begun .
these days the sky has been parting a lot. first the heavens opened for electives to rain down (fallen STARS, i’d say) and now, angels are falling (fallen angels, get it?). i think novelty is what’s keeping us gawking at the sky, hoping to spot the one bearing our name on a placard. they must fallen into the sea, because their messages were pegged to lines, hung out to dry. i hope the sharks didn’t get them. i hope they did not swallow too much saltwater.
this game, a ‘collegiate tradition’, involves the exchange of notes and gifts between ‘angels’ (usually seniors) and their designated ‘mortals’ (freshmen) over a period of time. this is in a way supposed to help expediate the integration of freshmen into the school with the angels playing the roles of friend, guide and pen pal. this tradition, i believe, is age old, and whether or not it accomplishes the objectives it is supposed to achieve, it has nevertheless become a custom. we all know about going against customs, don’t we…
my angel has manifested and there is so much i want to know about him/her. you know, things like ‘what side of the bed he/she gets up from’ and ‘which sock does he/she puts on first’ and ‘does he/she feels a compulsion to make sure every single track on itunes has its corresponding album artwork’. i wonder if my angel really cares for this tradition, or is just gong through the motion the way i am. i just don’t place too much hope on games like this to create something worthwhile.
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