To recap:
Saturday, Move-in: Fucking awesome.
Sunday, Move-in: Fucking awesome.
Monday, Bedraces, Meeting #1: Fucking awesome.
Tuesday, Faculty Day: Fucking awesome.
Wednesday, Airbands, Meeting #2: Fucking awesome.
Thursday, GekON: Fucking awesome.
Friday, Buspull, Grad, FW Pub: Fucking awesome.
I drank 60 tubes of freezie juice, ate an uberhotdog, drank a bottle of tabasco sauce, had red bull with wheaties, and got printed in the Plumbline. I ran around campus with a kite attached to my back, a sign taped to my body, wearing a newspaper-pope-hat, and scared the shit out of frosh. I screamed until I lost my voice. I am not a part-timer.
So now you know how my week was. So cool.
What am I doing?
Inner peace feels like cherries in spring and the leaves in August. It's like scratching an itch. Like finding a perfect puddle of water.
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Frosh Week
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