Partly Cloudy, 64°
Hey there! What’s up?! I’m just chilling on the Quiet Green right by the Rockefeller Library. I just ate lunch at the Sharpe Refectory. Wow. Can they get any worse? Sharpe Refectory food be like: “Yuck.” Wait, sorry, were you in my first period class this morning? I swear I saw you there. It was an Economics class… Economics, uh, 101. No? Huh. Weird. Wait, sorry, do we know each other? Oh—wait. You just look like someone who I started this nonprofit with back at home. She’s actually the salutatorian at my school, and I’m like, or, I mean, was like, the valedictorian. We were a team or whatever. I’m from Atlanta, but honestly, Providence is like home to me. It’s not even my second home; like, it’s my home home at this point. Even though I’ve been here for two years as a student at this university, it somehow feels like I got here yesterday. That, of course, isn’t true, as I have been here for multiple years. Anyway, what was your SAT score?
This? Under my shirt? Oh no, don’t worry about that. That’s just where I keep my school ID. It’s on a lanyard so I don’t lose it. Ha. I’m such a mess sometimes. Did you hear today was ADOCH? Yeah, apparently there are prospective students, like, touring the school. Some of them keep trying to talk to me, and I’m like: “Guys, come on. I’m a student. Please don’t talk to me.” They’re such losers. Ha. Anyway, we should hang out later. I can’t do tomorrow or the next day or honestly any day for the rest of the semester because it’s such a busy time and all, but at the beginning of next year we should so hang—that is, if Harvard doesn’t let me off the waitlist. Ha. Never mind. Wait, what am I saying? Ha. I’m off to my dorm… Kently.
