Wishin' and Hopin' and Thinkin'

I heave a heavy sigh. Secret time.

I have a crush on The 100 hour board. I read it all the time. I try to think of questions that that haven’t been asked before or questions that really matter to me. Some go unasked because I could just as easily find these answers myself. It’s not even the asking of the questions and then seeing my name written for everyone else to see. I like reading what everyone else asks then seeing what the writers came up with. The writers of the board are writers for good reasons.

After class yesterday I went over to the Wilk. There I saw the board booth and some supposed writers. I wanted to go over and say something, but I couldn’t think of anything. Silly, no? I couldn’t pretend I hadn’t heard of it and I didn’t want to be the gushing fan. I happened to find someone I knew nearby and talked to him for a few minutes while shooting discreet glances back at the board booth. We parted and I left for home.

Oh, but it does not end there. I had a dream about the board last night. I was in their midst talking to them about who knows what. It must have been a board party. I found myself next to the booth again with a friend. This time I wasn’t scared. I was actually talking to them. I’ve never had a dream like that before, of something maybe I should have done, but didn’t have the courage to follow through.