Like a deer in front of headlights, I stare at the projector slides during class. The crisp white coat which I had always despised, is now a part of my daily attire. But white has always been a nice colour. It’s a colour of change, as if you can paint anything over it. Like a canvas. Like when you think about your future, sometimes all you see is a white light, waiting for you to get there with your prism.
That’s what university meant to me. One step closer to that white light. I’m taking baby steps but I’ll get there. The deer in front of the headlights will realise that it doesn’t have to be scared. Maybe I’ve been hit so many times that rock bottom doesn’t frighten me.
A little bit of everything 