I ended my college career the same way it started: late to class. (In part because my belt loop caught on the door as I entered the classroom… So awkward! I had to stand in the doorway to wiggle out of an improbable situation.) On my way to class though, a giant bug nearly flew into my mouth and interrupted my hustle. And so, I learned my most important lesson at college: walk with your mouth closed. Mouth breathers nevahhh win! Truth.
My feelings, as I head into exams and the uncharted space—quite possibly a black hole—that is my future: “Betch, I got this.” Watch out!
2 comments:
oh.my.gosh. This must be the same feeling of guilt-ridden horror that Frenkenstein experienced when the monster started knockin bitches' heads together. I think a created a ferocious beaaaast! I keep going back to meek simpering girl (who didn't understand the value of a good eyebrow razor) I met on the first day of school. Mrs. Shinton, my baaaad!
Eh, better a jerk than a fool!
No one uses eyebrow razors!!
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