You know, I'm gonna miss this.
Erick, one of my classmates, invited me to Hot Lips Pizza (for my 1st visit) across the street from our two classes for a beer. We also invited Ang, other girl I like but can't remember her name and Sammy. We sat at a round table over our pints and juices and talked about classes and such. It was like St Elmo's Fire except I was the only identified-white guy at the table, at least two of us were queer and nobody there is hooking up. :)
I come from a small school so it's only natural that I would want to circle the wagons and knit a tight group together so we can survive the next two-three years together. However, there are over a hundred freshman and we all can't be in the same classes.
Am I over-sentimental? At least it bodes well for my recovery from misanthropy. I like these people and I haven't really known them that long. I think there's hope for me yet. :)
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