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May 14

This is my last night on 3rd fl inc.

The section of the library I’ve dominated since freshmen year, when two seniors noticed my dedication and invited me to a facebook group, just the three of us, called “third fl. Inc” they put up signs that said: “quiet zone. get a clue.” Maybe a nerdy moment. Anyway, from here I have a sweet view of the flagpole and the quad. There is a great breeze through the open window I have spent many hours staring out of. There is a great couch I have also spent a lot of time napping on. This is where I wrote my first college paper; where now I’m writing my last. I always thought I hated it here. Now I’m pretty sure I’ll miss it.

So emo. See ya college.

as if I don't need enough incentive to finish my paper- and this is the last post til I'm done, I swear.

SWEATSHIRT SWAP

By now you’ve had time to pick which sweatshirt you are going to swap. You are passing on a special part of yourself to someone else, so that we all leave Bowdoin with a little piece of each other.
MAKE IT A GOOD ONE.

HERE’S HOW IT WORKS:
When the whistle blows, you must swap your sweatshirt.
The whistle will blow a number of times throughout the night, so you never know which swap will be your last.

Don’t want to swap?
You may choose to DEFEND YOUR SWEATSHIRT because:

a. you don’t see any sweatshirts worth giving yours up for
b. you are happy with the sweatshirt you swapped for last time and don’t want to lose it
c. the sweatshirt you brought sucks and no one will trade with you

If you don’t trade on the whistle then you have to defend your sweatshirt by doing a kegstand. No cheating. You don’t swap you’re on the keg.

The most hardcore swappers will wear nothing under their sweatshirt, adding a whole new element and incentive to who you want to swap with.

See you tomorrow night. 9:30. 20 Potter.
May the best swapper win.

caro:

Innovative new way to eat a cupcake, via Tantek

Dude this is called a woopie pie.

everytime andrew reblogs me, I get at least one new follower

People want to follow me just because I’m his sister.

Joshua’s, the fine dining establishment named after Bowdoin’s renowned president Joshua Chamberlain (read: only bar in town). I asked for a girly drink for a guy friend last night and the bartender made it “gay as possible” for me, which just meant putting in a shit load of fruit in it. Total lack of politically correctness: another thing I will miss.

I’m starting back up the list.

May 13

Two papers, two exams and a play down. Now just fifteen pages between me and the rest of my life.

“

Unrealized potential is the best kind of potential.

It’s the only kind of potential.

” overheard in the library just now

8 reasons why this is the dumbest generation on Boston.com

This is one of the most aggravating things I’ve read in a while. Granted, it did take me three tries to spell “aggravating.” But did that Emory Prof. ever stop to think that maybe advances in technology and immediate access to knowledge might make our generation smarter. That video games might have helped hone our problem-solving skills?

To understand our generation better, maybe he should read this article, comparing the baby boomers to the “millennials”

Morgan's tumblelog

"All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence you know." - Ernest Hemingway

This is my last night on 3rd fl inc.

as if I don't need enough incentive to finish my paper- and this is the last post til I'm done, I swear.

everytime andrew reblogs me, I get at least one new follower

8 reasons why this is the dumbest generation on Boston.com

"All you have to do is write one true sentence.
Write the truest sentence you know." - Ernest Hemingway