Today passed right before my eyes. I woke up at 10 AM, brushed my teeth, washed my face, went into the living room and looked at the clock. I sat down and planned what I was going to do during the day.
Three days earlier, I had scheduled to meet with C, a friend from a previous art research class at the Met. We were going to meet at the Met so we could see the Jeff Koons roof exhibit, but since my mother was giving me problems it seemed unlikely that I was going to see him. I had promised C many times that we were going to hang out, but I repeatedly canceled our dates due to the lack of money and my mother not permitting me to leave the apartment. I would sit sullenly at home praying that C was not cursing me out in his mind. Luckily, I was able to meet C today after 46 minutes of me begging my mother for money so I could ride the 4 train to 86th Street. I went, waited for about 45 minutes for C and then we entered the museum and went straight up to see Jeff Koons.
As I was going up the stairs to the roof of the Met, I was imagining the multitudes of sculptures I was about to see there. I was filled with excitement and I immediately took my Olympus camera out so I could begin taking photos. As I entered the nearly crowded roof with the sun’s heat gently draped over me, I looked around and saw only three sculptures (See the photos). They were absolutely beautiful. One sculpture was of a balloon dog, the other a heart that was wrapped in red- it looked like a chocolate candy and the third one was a transparent piece that was infused with all sorts of colors. I wanted there to be more, but there weren’t. I expected to see a magnificent view of Manhattan, but some shrubs were added to the ledges which prevented me from looking down and seeing how high I was.
After Koons, C and I went downstairs to look for the J.M.W Turner exhibit. We were lost for a couple of minutes as the directions on the poster didn’t provide the exact location of the show, but we finally found it and indulged our eyes in the gorgeous, sublime oil paint and watercolor pieces by Turner. After walking around in the exhibit for a while, we decided to depart and took a walk in Central Park. We both visited the Cleopatra’s Needle (I believe it’s called), the Shakespeare Garden (this place is really relaxing- YOU should visit), and the Belvedere Castle. During our walk we talked about issues that concerned us the most and found that we thought alike. My legs started to tell me that they were tired and my eyes were begging for some rest so I made for the exit along with C. We walked from 76th to 86th, traversed Museum Mile and reached the Uptown 4 train station where I bade C “goodbye until next time” and went home.
That was basically my day. When I arrived, I was astonished about what time it was. I surrendered to my fatigue and had an evening siesta. By the time I woke up, it was 9:46 PM and it suddenly hit me that it was my last day of freedom. It is 11: 55 PM right now and I’m not even tired. I do not even want to go to sleep. I imagine that when I walk through the halls tomorrow, I am going to feel that pressure I have been trying to dodge all summer. Goodbye Summer 2008! You were the best! As of tomorrow I am a senior- class of 2009! Let us see how this year goes…
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