Fear, Take My Hand (Olle)
Cargo slithered across his victim with mortal determination. Attracted to the warmth, he could taste the fear.
I froze: a 2 metre olive python was hanging around my neck!
I had a deal, I tell myself. My friend would sing karaoke, and I would hold a snake at a reptile centre in Alice Springs. She kept her part of the deal. Now it was my turn. Good old Alice emerged faster than I anticipated from the red dust.
But I was in for a surprise; Cargo wasn’t that scary. I had no reason to be afraid at all.
As with most fears, they are just fears – nothing else. Maybe that’s something to be reminded of for semester 2.
Also, I got my revenge. For when it was my friend’s turn, Cargo started pooing. Maybe out of fear for me?
haha.thts sum crazy sht.
listen, u mentioned u wre at a collge yea?
im consdring applying for nxt sem.
wt do u thnk?
x
Alright, here’s the thing with college: it’s awesome, but sometimes it can be a bit of a bubble. I’ve been working hard this semester to get a life outside of the ‘bubble’. I can only speak for my college, but I think it’s sort of the same for all of them. It’s an experience of a lifetime, so I would say go for it!