In four years I've run away from school several times.

Freshman Year Having no money and hating it here, I lied to the school and had them fly me out to a "conference." They flew me to Boston where I stayed with friends for a week. Then I didn't have so much as a ride to the airport.

Sophomore year I stayed for every day. With the exception of one saturday afternoon, when six of us took off in a toyota and stayed at my friend's derby farm in Kentucky. This would prove to be my sole exuberance-induced trip and I didn't skip any class.

Junior year was just an excuse to indulge myself in whatever the fuck I wanted to do. I went to Istanbul, Liverpool, Dublin, Paris, Prague, and London usually by hopping a train I hadn't paid for or with discount airline tickets that cost less than a single DVD. When I returned to Kenyon in the spring I ran away to Bard to see Ben and his comedy group.

Senior year Suddenly last week I realized I had no place to go. The best I could come up with when I needed to run away was Kentucky. But that would be so far away. I had missed enough classes. So I skipped seminar (last week) and got Indian food and saw The Magdalene Sisters in Columbus.