March 1 - Hallway

They told us to write about somewhere that hasn't changed.  And how that shows that we have.
I would have to pick this hallway.  With you quitely - or not so quietly as you curse at a particular tab - playing guitar.  Yes, this hallway has a wonderful way of not changing.  And I do not.  When we were freshman I told you about a guy I liked and you smiled.  Now I speak in the same tone about my ex-girlfriend and you continue to smile.  Though not in the same way.  Now you look uncomfortable, and I feel bad because that is the last thing I want.
Yes.  This hallway.  This is the thing that I must write about, but not the thing I want to.  I want to write about somewhere important to me.  Somewhere where I spend my time.  Not this hallway, which in the grand scheme of things means nothing to me.  Not the place where I happen to meet you in the morning (although that does seem to bring a brightness to my day - but I must not think of that).  Perhaps I ought to think of the guy I think I like and not the girl I know I do.  But that is off topic and I am meant to be practicing a college essay.
Somewhere that hasn't changed?  Yes, it must be this hallway.  With it's chattering freshmen and our music.  Yes OUR music.  You might be the one with the instrument but I sing...  and I watch you play.