Okay, so y’all. This might be the best feeling in the world. I’m heading to Search class, right? Dreading it a little bit because I didn’t understand most of the Gospel of Thomas. I’m still in my pijamas because I stayed up all night writing - surprise surprise - an Econ paper. Anyhoo, I see this horde of people (vaguely familiar people–I didn’t wear my contacts) who sort of materialize into half of my Search class. and together they say the most beautiful three words I’ve heard all day:
Class
is
canceled.
And trust me, I’ve heard a lot of pretty words today, ranging from paradiso & sueno (in reference to the lovely isle of Puerto Rico) to macaroni and cheese (in reference to the antidote for a growling stomach).
Those words are so uplifting, I feel like launching into some Josh Groban or, or leprechaun side kicking or, I dunno, making daisy chains.
I wander by the mailroom ridiculously happy. No real mail for me–typically this would put a damper on any good mood, but no, not today: still ear to ear. Head to Trez (my dorm), most animatedly greeting some girl I don’t even really know along the way. Collapse in my chair. Blog. My cheek muscles are starting to hurt. My front teeth are actually dry from the exposure.
You can tell I’m exhausted, huh?
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