No, the signature scent of freshman year is not vodka. It's TAR! I was walking across campus this morning and the smell smacked me in the face. And after I wanted to vomit, I thought of Sessums Hall, my honorary dorm, and my dear friends and the good times we had there. Guess the tar wasn't all bad if it can evoke good memories. I mean, it's not every freshman who needs a flashlight to go to the potty, huh, Michelle? :)
2 comments:
Oh Snap!! You totally called me out! hahahaha! I loved my renovation poo'ing station! hahahaha
I did nothing more than hint at a story! :)
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