Johnny Valderossa #1 9/3/98 first week of my freshman classes.. thursday i think it was. yes, it must have been thursday since it was poetry. i sat down in the middle. a tall girl -36 24 36- came and sat down in front and to the right of me. the upperclass guys behind me, who by now have had time to make friends, commenting among themselves "they just keep getting taller and the skirts keep getting shorter" etc. her clothes were pretty but a few sizes too small. it was a little hard paying attention to Byron. it wasn't the breasts and thighs (although they were nice) that caught my attention as much as her eyes. i have a bad habit of looking at strangers' eyes. no matter where they are, as soon as i look they instantly look back. it's like my eyes send out some krypton ray or something. i never catch people looking at me. but anyway, her flat eyes made me think "this is the kind of person who eats Pez right out of the wrapper without taking the time to put them in the dispenser." i wondered why she wore clothes like that; it couldn't be that comfortable. every guy (like i said, i have a bad habit of watching people's eyes) in class was staring at her. that couldn't be comfortable either, i wouldn't think. i was a little tense after class. i don't worry about any of my other classes, but the poetry one stresses me out. decided to take a mental jog. sprinted around the campus. a little weary.. ended up at the catedral. the tower rose straight up with a white cross at its peak. as i looked up, a plane, probably a 737, flew over the steeple. its cross- shape | going by at a different angle made the airplane look like a moving shadow of the church cross. inside it was as it always is. dark and still and open and blue reflecty from stained glass. i walked up to the front. another cross hung from the ceiling. thin almostinvisible wires held it up. i realized someone else was also in the church, back in the balcony. i couldn't tell if it was a boy or woman. i sat down. i felt a little bad since i was sweaty and sitting on church leather. i went to look at the piano. it was locked. the chapel doors are always open but they lock the piano so wanderers by won't play it without permission. the person in the balcony made me uncomfortable. i usually like to talk outloud in cathedrals. so i left. shrugged next door to the air- conditioned seminary building. walked up the winding stairs. looking at the cartoons plastered on the professors' doors, i realized most of these guys were sickos. one cartoon had Jesus dressed up in 70's clothes, bowing down to Elvis and saying, "You are King!" after i saw that i decided to go back to the dorm and take a shower.