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Freshmen get smaller and smaller every year, and more twitchy to boot. For example, a girl at my table in biology was squirming around like she either had ants in her pants, or was turning into a squid. My nephew is bigger than most of the Freshmen. Creative Writing class is already really fun. We're going to have a coffee bar, with coffee, tea, and hot cocoa. The teacher is REALLY nice, and he remembered me, even though he only saw me about three times. The only problem is that we were suppossed to keep writing notebooks over the summer, and I didn't know, so I didn't. Ah well, I write enough to make up for it, and I already love the story I started in it.
Laughlin on Saturday. :/ I don't want to go.
Laughlin on Saturday. :/ I don't want to go.