Cornerstone Draft

You’re screwed.

Probably not what you were expecting to hear.

I know. I couldn’t believe it either. I don’t think any of us could. Here we were, Environmental Science, English, creative writing majors (I should say minors) sitting in our seats, well actually I’m 21 years old, I don’t know what I’m doing, I should know what I’m doing, because, after all, I’m 21 years old. This is the age when I should be paving my own way, when I should be standing at the lectern, not listening to this total fruitcake. That would be pretty delicious. 😛 I’ve always wanted to play gin rummy. I wish that I didn’t have these cravings in my tummy. Oh my god. It’s hot in here. Can you please turn the lights on? I mean the air conditioner on. It’s so stuffy. I wonder if it’s these robes. Why do we all have to look the same. I mean I know it’s not a uniform but it still feels like the same thing. Total teacher oppression. I’m scratching my throat now. I hope no one notices. That girl totally noticed. I hope she totally notices. 🙂 That would be really cool. Then I’d get to meet her. I hope. What do you think of this speech? I hear myself whisper. It’s really dope. Dope? Smoke weed crack jokes every day. This is really amazing. I hope someone likes my story.