week one

week one of classes proved wonderful, including a celebratory dinner the first night cooked by william. i spent my week consumed in everything i was learning, several desires floated through my thoughts.

i could be an art history professor
i’ll take pictures of every fun outfit i see
my bookbag feels like its going to break
i love this class
that guys smells really bad
i just waited in line for an hour, fml
walking to class in the rain is perfect
i’m so hungry
this iced coffee is too sweet
i forgot my book
i bought the wrong book
i’ll never get this down
why am i doing this
i love doing this

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