Don’t Mind Me, I’m Just Missing the Little Things

I don’t know why I miss this class so much. After all, despite the quarantine, I still have everything that makes a creative writing class, well, a creative writing class.

I still have a teacher.

I still write.

I still read what you guys write.

I have all the important things. So why does it feel like I’m missing something.

Maybe its not about the important things. Maybe… maybe it’s the little things.

I miss the little things.

The wonderful vibe I feel walking into Mrs. Gull’s classroom.

The hum of conversation when everyone is sharing their scribbles.

The sunlight pouring in through the window.

I miss talking to my classmates (sometimes when I wasn’t supposed to, sorry Mrs. Gull)

I miss thinking that Brandon Perry’s scribbles couldn’t get any weirder or funnier

but then

it does

every time

I miss staring at the memes from creative writing two on the wall

And wondering what the heck happened for those to make sense to anyone.

I miss listening to people share their writing.

I miss seeing people perk up when they got a shout out.

Because no one realizes how amazing they are until someone else points it out.

So I think I’ll do that now.

You are all incredible

You are all talented

And I miss all the little things,

But even more than that

I miss all of you.