I guess I’ll share the good point of my day.
We had to do introductions in Sociology at MBU this afternoon, which, in true hyper-introvert fashion, I was d r e a d i n g. BUT chance was kind to me and I got paired with this freshman adsdksflaj beardy boy in stocking cap who likes Switchfoot and taking pictures and could read the Outsiders over and over. Then we had extra time so we got in this semi-deep conversation about what it would be like to be a bird. You wouldn’t have to worry about anything but you’d have to sing the same song every day of your life. But if it was your favorite song, that wouldn’t bother you so much, would it?
He sits in front of me and I hope we talk again in a non-class-activity instance
A page of my class notebook is now filled with things about him