i was moving in & there were four germans on the hand couch. all i saw was like four dudes, four big dudes, and i come in w/ my dad & we’re like hey are you guys all german? and they’re like yah yah yah
found out last week that the other group that is presenting during the same lesson as us are doing the same topic with a similar sort of focus.
Everyone is kind of smiling nervously and trying to figure out where we clash and where we differ in content, and my only contribution to the conversation is “Our’s is going to be better than yours.”
One of the nice girls in the other group’s mouth dropped open when I said that, so I had to kinda giggle and look away and act like I was joking. But I wasn’t.
Our presentation is going to shit on their’s.
is actually so much more responsibility than I thought. I seemed to equate going away for three nights with picking out which cute pyjama top I should wear while eating gummy snakes in a cabin with all my friends, giggling at how late we’re staying up, and hoping our year advisor doesn’t come knocking on our door.
Apparently, I can’t just sleep at the bus stop. Apparently, this is also news to my Travelling Companion.
I’m booking Greyhounds and youth hostels while pushing assignment deadlines, and my Travelling Companion’s only contribution is, ”Do you want lollies, too? Or just brownies?”
