sarah was here.

dad, T, and i took a little day trip to the university of hartford on friday

so T, a hartford alumna, could show me around.

"my friends and i used to sit on that bench and

laugh at people who walked in this door and tripped on the rug."

oh, the advantages of having my own personal tour guide.

we found where all my classes are going to be,

in between dad's comments about how much college looks like

a high school.

i wouldn't know. my high school was three hallways.

one of the rooms had a few pieces of chalk left out on a

freshly washed chalk board.

naturally, dad felt the need to write on it.

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