“Reserve a seat for me!” says her message before Campus Journalism class. She didn’t expect they’d really be reserving a seat. She didn’t even expect herself to be this sociable. Cause you see, you only reserve seats for people you want to sit with during class discussions. And she’s not one to tolerate unnecessary noise. But those five words changed her a bit. She began talking with the people in her classes. She hesitates at times but she’s doing pretty good, communicating with them. She’s weird and it’s weird for her that they’re not weirded out by her.
Reservation. Whom do you reserve your voice for? Whom do you reserve yourself for? Whom do you reserve your rants and ramblings for? Wouldn’t you want to keep everything inside and reserve your words for the right person? these are questions I should be tackling about, something deep, something for you to think about. But “reservation for a seat” is as simple and as deep as it gets, for me, at least. It is a whole lot of story if you try to read between the lines.
Only a few hours left before enrollment, have you reserved your subjects yet? XD
via The Daily Post