  I took my cue from the dregs who never go to class, and left today after lunch. Downtown Spokane is the bottom of the South Hill, and my school is at the very end of the hill. We’re across the street from just about every fast-food place you can imagine, which is convenient, I suppose, for the non-vegans of the school. We’re several blocks from River Park Square and Riverfront Park (see a theme there? ) which is nice. The weather was perfect today. My kind of perfect. We’re experiencing a spring-fake out. Things are crisp but warm enough for just a light sweatshirt. In the true nature of our generally shitty weather, the snow had covered piles of leaves which were today rattling around reminiscent of Fall.
The sun was shinning for the first time since October. I felt so connected to the world. It was definitely one of the moments where you feel like you’re sauntering through a movie montage, right before a really great love scene or something. I made my way to Boo Radley’s across from the park. Right after I opened the door, I could hear a beautiful political debate betwixt the cashier and a customer. This is not uncommon at Boo. They were talking about how ridiculous the mission to mars and the possible mission to the moon are. How the government is pumping millions of dollars into NASA when we have a fucking huge deficit and at the same time, rebuilding two foreign nations with little to no help from anyone else. The thought had pissed me off, too. There are so many more things we should be concentrating on.
The 1969 mission was simply an “up-yours” to the Soviet Union… we needed to establish a space program. News flash Bush, the cold war is over! In fifty years your grandchildren will be breathing through gas masks, but I guess you’d rather inundate the NASA nerds with endless streams of cash than save your own environment. Asshole! Annnnyway, I sort of chimed in because I was feeling political. The balding costumer was pleased at this, citing me as “the kind of youth we need more of”.
This, of course, was pretty ironic since I was illegally truant at the time. I thanked him, bought “Give Up” (Postal Service) and rode the city bus home. I could go on and on about the wonders of Spokane Transit, but I’m off to see ‘Monster’ and maybe a midnight movie (it’s Physco tonight! ) Affectionately… Anna 
