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pointing their guns; there’s theTrainspotting
“Choose Life” monologue. I decide to buy one
of Audrey Hepburn inBreakfast at Tiffany’s.
I haven’t seen the movie but I love her
long black gloves and her long black dress.
I put Audrey up on my new bedroom wall,
next to Beyoncé and Bob Marley from home.
Apart from these three posters there’s not
much to say about the person who lives here—a row of
footwear: dirty white Converse,
bright white Adidas, black Nikes.
My clothes in the drawers are navy and light
blue jeans, a gray tracksuit, black and white
tees, Calvin Klein boxers Mum bought from
TJ Maxx and socks Mum also bought, from
Primark.
My books: the reading for the first term
of my English degree, some favorites
from school,The Complete Works of
William Shakespeare, and some poetry
that Mum bought me: Maya Angelou,
Gil Scott-Heron, and Benjamin Zephaniah.
Orientation is two entire
weeks of, “What’s your name?”
“What do you study?”
“Where are you from?”
If you don’t find any common
ground in these three questions
people move on.
The big three:
