I just remembered the part preceding this took place in a giant classroom and we were having a very fun astronomy class until it came time to hand in this major huge assignment that I didn't have so I got kicked out.
every semester, learning all sorts of things, but never really going anywhere. He was the archetypical me in the sense that I never seem to hang on to a subject long enough to major in it. He had no degree, for all his effort. The difference between us was that I didn't have the money to stay. But I wasn't 'trapped', either. He had sort of a ghostly-Brigadoon presence that said, I have already begun to fade, I am trapped here, I cannot leave. I think I was supposed to feel good about leaving, because I am getting unstuck.
Just might keep me awake"
I need to pack. I think. I haven't heard from my Grammy! I hope she's okay. I wonder if she's coming.