Freshman Year vs Senior Year

Larn Says

8 am
The last thing you remember is your mom and dad loitering in your dorm room, trying to buy more time. You are surrounded with all the worldly possessions you’ve ever owned, and they’ve been condensed down to multiple, rather sad looking, bags. These are stacked, careening against each other, on the surface of a rather questionable looking twin sized dorm bed. A bed that would likely only be suitable for sleeping on if you dropped it in a vat of acid. Accompanied with these bags is likely a new Patagonia or Northface backpack that screams, “I’m an 18 year old who has no interest in partaking in anything related to the outdoors, trail mix, hiking, leaping mountain goats, geo-science, or any other nature-ish activity these brand might promote their items for. As a matter of fact, the closest relationship I’ve had with anything earth related was when I passed out in the grass at my graduation party.”…

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