The other day, I was having lunch with a former teacher and a couple of old school chums. Journalism reunion, really. I arrived about twenty minutes late, which I'm sure gave them ample time to catch up without me. Confirm rumors. Express disappointments.
Lunch itself wasn't bad, but it reminded me of UCLA's dorm food. Every buffet is going to taste like that for the rest of my life. The conversations touched upon taboo subjects, but only reminded me that I was no longer a student.
The strangest part was when one of them asked me if I were looking forward to seeing all the hot boys back at UCLA.
Odd question. But I'm really not. At all.
2019 has been a challenging year
5 years ago
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