First Day of School
It’s perfectly normal to be nervous, right?
Keep in mind that I am going to be a “super senior”, someone who took way too long to graduate. This means that I will know approximately two people, one of whom is my resident dean, a woman who would have a much easier job if I refrained from Internet hijinks. It’s a good thing she’s patient.
I guess in typical super senior fashion, I’ll spend tomorrow turning my nose up at freshmen while I eat my lunch alone.
Just kidding! I’m a nice person. Be my friend. Please? I don’t have any left.
