Grass Walker

Students traverse the sidewalks zigzagging every bit of the Gettysburg campus, never stepping off the prescribed path. I walk on another axis, perpendicular to the others, yet many of us share our destination. Very few join me on the scenic route, through trees and bushes, over grass. Only inside, in the classrooms, do I temporarily relinquish my freedom, understanding that I must integrate on occasion. It could be worse, I could be one of the sorority girls who are forbidden to cut across the grass, to imagine their own path. I revel in my freedom. I am a grass walker.