A whole week of peeling egg shells, memorizing bubbletea orders, bouncing around the booth between classes.
Linking hands with Inka going around canteen, "JOIN UNPLUGGED, BUY SUSHI!" and sticking flyers out to any stranger walking past.
Relieved that it is over (with satisfying results), and looking forward to the marshmallows and popcorn <3
No more floating around college like a zombie!
Just wish I had the ability to comfort a dear one who has lost someone close to the heart. What can I do?
