(“gesualdo” is an italian name)
(she must’ve been an englishwoman married to an italian)
(just like the batts!)
(no wonder she was so sympathetic to my cause!)
i flaked out when I was called upon
(i mispronounced ‘plume’ as ‘plum’ at the end of a class reading of ‘Cyrano’)
“my white plum….”
(it was the final line of the fucking play!)
(andrew balk laughed like a hyena!)
i’m sorry, i call them FLAGS in everyday speech. not PLUMES.
i had no friends sophomore year. i had no more classes with mark. he started failing all of his classes and gesualdo reached out to me at the end of the year.
i was already a songwriter then / submitting my song lyrics as a substitution for poetry projects
(gesualdo recognized “nothing but a dream” was just a song of mine / i sorta felt guilty about that)
(i also wrote an essay about my friendship with mark)