Leaving
I have less than 4 days before I leave Smith College (as a student) forever. I think it's finally starting to hit me that that's a bit crazy. This entire year I spent wanting to get the fuck out, but the past couple weeks have made me really excited about life and people again. Of course in the final week I start liking it here. Smith really needs to give us more free time in the nice weather to hangout and play before the last week ever of college. Did you hear that Smith? Anyway, there are a lot of people I'm going to miss, both very new friends and old.
Yesterday I got to spend $100 of Smith's money on clothing and I still have $100 left. There is a new Forever 21 in the Holyoke Mall that is literally twice the size of my house. I walked in and immediately wanted to throw up because half of me was having a Dressgasm over how many options there were and the other half was afraid of getting lost in the cavernous mass that was this store forever. Maybe that's how you stay 21 for eternity. Thanks Life After Smith fund!
I approve of senior week, by the way. Sunny picnics, dancing at Divas, epic Friedman parties, sitting out on the grass all day, special climbing wall hours, flip-cup tournaments and lots of BBQ's are always good in my book.
Yesterday at Carol Christ's house (our President) for tea something slapped me in the thigh and I got really confused until I realized it was her dog Dallas. Awk.
Time for clothing and lunch now.
Yesterday I got to spend $100 of Smith's money on clothing and I still have $100 left. There is a new Forever 21 in the Holyoke Mall that is literally twice the size of my house. I walked in and immediately wanted to throw up because half of me was having a Dressgasm over how many options there were and the other half was afraid of getting lost in the cavernous mass that was this store forever. Maybe that's how you stay 21 for eternity. Thanks Life After Smith fund!
I approve of senior week, by the way. Sunny picnics, dancing at Divas, epic Friedman parties, sitting out on the grass all day, special climbing wall hours, flip-cup tournaments and lots of BBQ's are always good in my book.
Yesterday at Carol Christ's house (our President) for tea something slapped me in the thigh and I got really confused until I realized it was her dog Dallas. Awk.
Time for clothing and lunch now.