Putting on my specially considered back-to-school outfit:
Rolling into campus:
Sitting in class waiting for the professor:
Begin to panic about lack of conversational skills:
Social claustrophobia sets in:
Realization that this will all happen again tomorrow:
of the End. Witnessed an angry man back into a parked car. Probably should have stayed, but decided to walk away with great haste. Why are there so many buses when I’m driving, but none in sight when I need a ride? Gotta love that awkward silence in the hallway that comes with no one knowing each other but being early to class. Best days of my life, right here.