1.* Put headphones in like veins surrendering to needle, scroll thru library for sad british 70s punk- preferably Joy Division or The Clash so you can set your insides on fire.
2. Walk with rivers in your step like your feet have always known where to go like your steel-toed boots are fishing boats in a tsunami.
3. Switch song, speed up.
4. Dodge clusters of sophomores turned disease which threatens your bloodstream, ignore side-looks and eye contact which is just a step away from a conversation you're not looking to have, remember not to catch your ex-girlfriend's eye like she's the light and you're all moth and desperation and the last time you looked in her direction, you didn't get out of bed for 3 days.
5. Keep walking. Even if it feels like its the only thing you can do these days. Remember that you're still breathing.
6. For bonus points, clutch some pretentious reading material like Infinite Jest, or anything James Joyce, and if freshman get in the way, it's ok to push them.
7. Glare at the boys who stare at your *** like you're trying to set them on fire, and bless broken hallway hearts with the dust of their bones like it's Ash Wednesday and everything's burning.
8. But always keep a straight face. Lean on apathy like you're drowning and it's the only piece of driftwood for 50 miles and you've had hurricanes in your eyes since September 9th.
9. Don't let them see the burn holes in your spine from endless cigarette prayers on starless nights or the way you think about love and riverbanks and exodus.
10. Look straight ahead like you're numb, even though you've got hydrangeas blooming in your ribcage.
Reveal nothing. So they fear you. So you fear you. Class has begun.