i remember being late, rushing in just in time for communion, that soft sweet portugese bread, that strong wine.

i remember early morning prayer at manning chapel. there was always someone else there chanting the entire time. it sounded strings being plucked but it was his voice.

i remember walks on blackstone: cool air, a sense of being away from everything, and always wanting to go to the ice cream place at the end of the trail.

i remember hurrying to get waffles with strawberry compote at the met.

i remember electroflo in the garages and the hip hop showdown at the met with ezra. i feel like the risd sponsored parties were cooler as a freshman. rose tinted glasses maybe.

i remember standing in line at carr haus.

i remember ruth's huge drawing of Jesus carrying her hanging up at carr haus. i admired her. i also felt challenged.

i remember the beautiful calendar i got from my friend dan: 12 paintings representing 12 miracles of Christ. it remained one of my favorite things for a long time.

i remember when i accidently placed a sticker on the april in the calendar, then ripping it off in haste. i thought, "oh fuck. why did i just do that? it was my favorite month too."

I remember the first break during morning classes and how everyone would flood into the Watermark or RISD store for a coffee or the breakfast they didn't get to eat before class.

i remember when everything felt like beginnings.

i remember the smell right outside the door of mat's colonial apartment.

i remember the hospital.

i remember walking alone and listening to my own breathing in the dead of night.

i remember the soft and shushed shedding of winter layers while standing in the warm prov wash elevator.

i remember my cold face and the wet melting snowflakes in my scratchy scarf.

i remember kissing James in the pounding rain like we were in the movies.