matt acosta

Oregon Ducks, Not Geoducks

Travis sat in his first period class, Descisions. “A boring senior slack off class about boring life skills like writing checks, doing taxes, renting an apartment etc.,” is how he’d described it in his journal. When his teacher had urged them to write their post graduation intentions and to, “please share them with the folks sitting next to you,” Travis had responded with a hyperbolic sigh and exaggerated eye roll/chair slump then scrawled three giant, sloppy intentions in his spiral notebook, 1.College 2.Chicks 3.Snowboarding. But also worth noting, before anyone could notice, he slid his journal, a small, black, leather-bound Moleskine from his front pocket, scribbled a secretive 4th intention and slipped the notebook back in place. Travis then turned to Natalie, the neighbor he associated with her makeup-covered acne, and said “psh, so lame, right?”