Strawberry Fields...
Strawberry Fields.
No, not the song. (Though I love it completely too)
Those of you who know what I’m talking about deserve to live; the others may please jump off the nearest roof or into the nearest well.
Now that that’s out of the way, and I have absolutely nothing to do but go to a class I’m already late for and I seem to have lost the last of my smokes (@##%!^@%@), I shall attempt to describe what these last three days have been like.
Heaven.
Hmm… that was easy.
But seriously…
I was there. All that stuff bout pretty little children in puffy white clouds who play harps and have beautiful wings… is utter NONSENSE.
Heaven is a rock concert. And not just any, Heaven is strawberry fields.
Why is it such a big deal?
Is it the incredible music? The good food? The free booze? The hope of running into a hot guitarist?
Nah, those things happen in all rock concerts. Normal, ordinary ones (if I dare call a concert that!).
The reason it’s such a big deal is hard to put down in words. Or maybe I jus ended up with too many dead brain cells which used to control the grammar section of my brain!
Either way, the things that make it a big deal start from the minute you step into law school… Actually, back up, they start from before that…
Strawberry Fields is why I got into NLS.
Three days of waking up and reporting to a dry, scorched field, clearing it of all sorts of substances, listenin to people play music you love, running around getting food from everyone for everyone, the occasional stray can of beer, the cigarettes someone always manages to have, the kind of people you meet, the interesting conversations you’re part of, the fence hopping, the headbanging…
These and so many more random little things make Strawberry Fields so special…
*sigh*
I would love to go on… and believe me I can! (Ask my poor room mate, I just can’t shut up about how much I miss SF)
I must go now...
Or I’ll miss the next hour as well!!! More importantly… I have to find my smokes.
Rock on.
Strawberry Fields FOREVER!!!
