5. They’re a Tumblr feminist.
You got this.
The thesis sets the tone for a paper, and without a solid one, your chance of getting an “A” on that essay is about as slim as finding Bigfoot poop.
Coming home last night at dusk, I was suffused with a pale blue bittersweet kind of emotion. My last class at Richmond College was over, and I felt ecstatic and nostalgic at the same time.
The last time I saw Peter, at Kjell’s house four years ago, I was really attracted to him, and Ronna, who had him as a drama counselor in the country, thinks he might be gay, too.
I wonder if I sound pompous in these pages, like some self-centered, self-righteous neurotic who can’t see his faults – for there are many traits in me that I do not like. I can be as petty, mean and destructive as anybody.
I’m beginning to wonder if I shouldn’t finally try a homosexual experience just to test things out. Maybe it would be more satisfying than being with a woman.
There’s so much to do in life, and I don’t want to regret anything.
Everyone’s talking about the latest fad, called “streaking”: male college students running around the campus wearing nothing but shoes. Ronna said the first streaker appeared on the BC quadrangle Monday.
Here it comes, the mid-twenty freak-out. It’s 2015 in how many months? I’m going to be 25 soon?