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There is not a living plant in my room. The wall is very white where there should be a book case. Everything is strewn about with rejected and essential belongings. My roomie has gone away to Jane Yolen's house. The only book in my room is Keats.
That last isn't actually true so I'll stop now. Suffices to say it's a little desolate in here and there are alums wandering around saying "where's the living room?" "This was my first year dorm!" "I guess things have changed a lot." Also, it is fiendishly hot.
But it's okay because my little butch complex came out to play with the big-heavy boxes. When my little butch complex comes out I start to get very slight hints of the rural NH accent I lived with as a child and the heat doesn't make me fall over or wilt. The former response was slightly derailed when olivia_circe said something in fake Spanish and switched my brain to the French setting. Her Latin teacher was pleased.
Emotions are mixed but here I am, about to graduate. Tomorrow, I get my laurels.
That last isn't actually true so I'll stop now. Suffices to say it's a little desolate in here and there are alums wandering around saying "where's the living room?" "This was my first year dorm!" "I guess things have changed a lot." Also, it is fiendishly hot.
But it's okay because my little butch complex came out to play with the big-heavy boxes. When my little butch complex comes out I start to get very slight hints of the rural NH accent I lived with as a child and the heat doesn't make me fall over or wilt. The former response was slightly derailed when olivia_circe said something in fake Spanish and switched my brain to the French setting. Her Latin teacher was pleased.
Emotions are mixed but here I am, about to graduate. Tomorrow, I get my laurels.