i have come to the conclusion that something is terribly wrong with me. first period this morning mr. regan announced that starting tomorrow, we will be creating our very own sand mandalas. (a mandala is any of various ritualistic geometric designs symbolic of the universe, used in Hinduism and Buddhism as an aid to meditation.) in the center of ours, we are supposed to place a truth that is central to our being. an image that defines who we are, what we believe in, what we stand for, what we perceive to be imperative to our very being in this universe. it really shouldn't require a lot of introspection. i'm almost 18 years old; by now i should be able to think of something self-defining rather easily.
i could not concentrate in the least on anything he was saying after this announcement because i was wracking my brain for an idea. the type of thinking that makes me stare at one thread in a plush carpet, eyes unblinking, hearing but not listening, brows furrowed.
when the period ended a good 45 minutes later, i hadn't yet thought of anything.
it is now 13 hours later, and i still haven't a clue as to what makes me me.
i dont think that's right.