silence of the lambs
It is eerily quiet in the hall. I know most of them went home, but I wonder where the others are. I guess out celebrating the end of finals.
I celebrate it in my own, silent, antisocial way.
We're leaving tomorrow at ten. If no one hears from me in a week, send someone up with a staple gun and an emergency poncho.
I celebrate it in my own, silent, antisocial way.
We're leaving tomorrow at ten. If no one hears from me in a week, send someone up with a staple gun and an emergency poncho.