| | By all definitions, I'm still a teenager, but I don't feel like a teenager. I feel like an adult. I want to be back there, but I'm up here.
Roommate is being noisy in the other room with two friends, talking about seduction and sluts and sex and Greek and partying and drinking and appearances.
Constant exposure to profanity results in inurement and, eventually, adoption.
Stories of band kids and band parties are no lies. 2009 Crusaders has it.
Thank you for the postcard, Jay. Recompense will come soon (I've already posted a letter, but that was before receipt of the postcard).
Frustration manifests itself in the physics workload.
The awesome: 95% on the first Biodiversity term paper, with "one of the best term papers from this class" and "a pleasure to read."
--- Situational less awesomes: Deductions for a) citation errors that could have been avoided had it been finished early enough to be submitted as a draft for revision and b) a stylistic blunder that was writing BS thrown out in desperation to meet the minimum word count. Take, also, that the paper was submitted four minutes before the deadline (hence BS).
Picture positives.
Downtown Davis. Ridiculously small blocks easily traversed under a minute, but leaking small-community college-town feel from the cobblestones (of which there are many).
Frozen yoghurt, at an inflated $0.39/ounce from Yoghurtland's $0.30/ounce, but with a greater variety of toppings.
Greater variety of toppings drowned in hot fudge.
Supporting the equestrian team with pizza, one-half pesto/tomato, one-half Mediterranean.
Things ordered online arrive in the mail, missing the monsoon by three days but still green and wonderful.
The sky went wonky. Look, Homecoming also. But no dances; only a slew of parties.
The free food is absolutely disgusting in retrospect, but delicious when you're fatigued and starving and in uniform.
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