My car died at the Herbarium today. The botanists tried to give me a jump, but to no avail. It was windy and cold. We think it's the starter. Another sympathetic co-worker gave me a ride home. I ended up skipping class...
For the first time ever, I think. I was always too interested to skip my humanities classes and too frightened to skip math and science classes.
But I made up for it by skipping chapel. Frequently. And, you know, I'm not the least bit sorry about it.
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