Something kinda weird happened during exam week. Clare’s roommate Liz gave me this bag from the BCM w/ treats little kids had put in there. The little girl who gave me mine wrote on the bag “Do your best!” and for some reason that made me think.
Caution: if you seriously hate cheesy stories, read no further…
So I was goofing off on my laptop and that’s when I say the note she’d written on my bag. For some reason, I have no idea why, it really touched me and I immediately got off my laptop and set off to work and try my best. I don’t care who thinks it’s corny, because I think it’s corny, too. But the point is…she had better priorities than me and I kind of just wanted to make that little girl proud, even though we probably never will meet each other.
So there you are. I’ve now successfully written TWO sappy stories for absolutely no reason at all. What am I doing?
