Pollen VS Molly
I wonder what magical aging property college endows for high school students to confuse me for a senior. Maybe it's the "college posture"-- that strange curvature of spine that alters one's form and tells others of the cramped dorm beds and lecture hall naps.
Red-shirting is probably one of the most altruistic deeds I've done in my life. We were up at five and beaming and cheering with our soon-to-be dead voices-- I've never lost my voice at nine am before! Then there was my ferocious battle with the sky of pollen that swelled my eyes, infested my nose, and sniveled down my throat so that my whole head ballooned.
But my day was made when a woman asked me if Voorhees Hall housed the Tibetan monk.
I'm going to be a beatboxer. I'm practicing my snare drums-- pffft.
Red-shirting is probably one of the most altruistic deeds I've done in my life. We were up at five and beaming and cheering with our soon-to-be dead voices-- I've never lost my voice at nine am before! Then there was my ferocious battle with the sky of pollen that swelled my eyes, infested my nose, and sniveled down my throat so that my whole head ballooned.
But my day was made when a woman asked me if Voorhees Hall housed the Tibetan monk.
I'm going to be a beatboxer. I'm practicing my snare drums-- pffft.