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So the semester is drawing to a close, and after my meeting for the LGBTS group on campus, I talked and walked with a few of the other club members on my way home. The topics drifted from scholastic to social, and back again. The last thing we talked about was Wisteria, my school's annual formal. We began to talk about going with out a date, specifically with a group of friends. After determining that it would awkward and unfun for the single member(s) of the group the conversation gently slid into one of those whatever-minute lulls that happen. In reality it lasted about three minutes, but I'll tell you what it felt like it lasted forever. Traditionally, Wisteria is something for the senior class, so I personally associate it with prom... Which is something I never had. It made me remember high school which isn't good for anyone, I'm sure; and as I thought more, I realized I had come to about the end of my college career, with a small handful of friends. Just like high school. I got a little sick then.
I am so not doing this again...am I? Fuck me.
I am so not doing this again...am I? Fuck me.