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Friday, November 13, 2009


Thursdays are grilled cheese days at D-Hall. Best days of the week, in my opinion (not so much about the grilled cheese, or the delicious creamy tomato soup that is served, but the company)

Thursdays are also Into Hymn lunch days. At 11:30 a.m. every Thursday we meet. It's usually just three of us.

Yesterday, we made an important, impromptu decision to skip our 12:30 classes and go to target instead. Whoops. You should know I do not make a habit of this, but it was my Into Hymn girls, and the end of the semester is approaching quickly. Some very important girls are leaving.

So, in the midst of our lunching, class-skipping, target-shopping, we were walking to Evie's car and carrying on, having a good time. A car had its windows rolled down, with music thumping and we had a little dance party on the sidewalk as we were walking.

A boy (probably a sophomore) walked past us and mumbled "freshmen" under his breath.

We all stopped dead in our tracks and confronted the boy and asked, "What did you say?"

The boy was in shock. He stammered, "I...uh...was just wondering...um...if you guys were freshmen..."

"No! We're seniors, actually."

The boy got into a car that was picking him up, tail betwixt his legs.

The funny thing was, Brett Batten had just showed us her cap and gown in d-hall.

The moral of the story is: you don't have to be a freshman to be loud.

And we weren't even that loud, we were just dancing to some music that WAS too loud.

Also, in the car we had a little practice sesh.
And argued whether the person singing "Give me one reason to stay here," was a man or a woman.*

For the record, it's a woman.

*Thanks, Dad, for clearing that up for us! Love you!

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