Remember
this?
Okay, so a nice boy walked me home from the English final today. The
whole 25-30 minutes it takes to get from Warren to Unit 3. And we
talked the whole time...about literature and Shakespeare, LOL. Outside
of talking on the phone with Gene, it was the nerdiest English thing
I've ever done. Like, we didn't even gossip about the professor or my
GSI's sexual orientation (uhh...long story). We squealed about
"Persimmons," argued about misogeny in Othello, and talked about (haha,
I ran out of interesting verbs) Wallace Stevens and modern poetry.
!!! I <3 English, even though that final was awful...
LOL don't you love how this isn't an entry about meeting a boy, but
about how much of an English nerd I am/feel like at the moment/would
like to be for the next 3-3.5 years?