In a molecular minute

So I'm walking to class. My messenger-sling bag is very handsome and has an edge visually but it's heavy on one shoulder. That's ok, it's on my better side. My toe isn't hurting so much today, so that's good since I have the FTX on the weekend. Oh yeah, I have to go to my counseling appointement with Captain Hagerman today. I hope he's positive today. Oh shoot, I don't have time to study for my health quiz. That's ok, it'll be multiple choice. I'll win. yay. Gee those cherry trees are gorgeous in their blooms. Oh pollen. Hah. Good thing these trees aren't bothering me much. Wow, it's sunny. I hope I don't get a sunburn this weekend. Oh yeah, I need to pack for the weekend. Gosh, but I have so much stuff to get done before that. Oh, I'm almost to class... I hope my story goes over well. I think I picked a good one to tell the class and make me look charismatic and interesting all the while looking completely glamorous and attractive. Am I? I liked the face looking back at me in the mirror this morning... and my clothes are cute. Although the girl who's also telling her story today is very pretty and charming and intelligent and has a good place in the pecking order in the class. That's ok. I'll be my charming self, I feel good today. Man I'm tired of these punks overtaking the MU and handing out fliers and asking for people to sign this or that thing. Huh, the honors college. That reminds me, I need to print out all my readings for resistance hate and reconciliation so I can read. Wait, don't I need to read two books for history this weekend? Oh shoot, and I still haven't done last week's readings in WS because I had my big presentation. I wonder what that'll do to my grade. Damn. I want that 4.0 this term, and her cutoff for an A- is 95% YEOWCH! I'm tired. But it's a nice day. Shoot, I'm hungry. I can feel that scone in my bag... and my water. I'm glad I remembered water today. Ugh this bag is getting heavy. Why do I always carry so much crap? God I hope I don't have to see him today. I hope he saw me walk by and I hope he felt terrible and wanted me. Wait. I don't care. Because I don't want to care. I don't give him that worth. Now. Think of something else. Shoot, gotta set up my interview time for summer jobs. Isn't that just a heyday! God I hope i look gorgeous today. Hmmm... did that guy just check me out? I hope I don't have my hair sticking out wierd... nope. feels ok. I feel good though, who cares about whatever he thought. Dude I climbed the rope today after a quick mile run. Who would have thought I would consider a mile a nice quick run? It was a good morning. Shoot I'm almost to class. I hope I don't have to actually know more than the basics yet because seriously mondays and tuesdays suck. I hate monday. I love thursday. Thursday thursday thursday.... well then again I have to wait for the piano tuner. yaaaaay piano tuner. Shoot. RA stuff. Ugh. I'll think about it tomorrow. Ok, almost to class, don't have time to think about that now. Did she look at me funny? Hey, they're kinda cute. I wonder how old this building is. I wonder -

And then suddenly I freeze. My brain stalls. Suddenly I am overwhelmed at the trivial complexity of my life. And how impossible and amazing it is that our planet isn't a ball of gas or barren rock. That there are more stars and star systems than I can fathom in my hardest efforts. That there may well be other life, intelligent and waiting for us. That I can worry so much about making a great presentation on a minor assignment all the while carefully crafting my appearance for effect and trying to supress my greater emotions and frustrations in the name of the way I'm supposed to live life.
Molecules, formed by atoms that interact. Combine to create substances, to interact to create cells, to create life, to create people, to create conciousness, to create competition, to create details to create complication to create questions to create convolutions.
To create me, as I am here at this moment, paused on the stairs in an old agricultural studies building on my way to a small honors history class where we sit and tell stories of our past.