Hmmm…it appears my friend and I had a friendly wager going. I think I need to give her a call, because I cannot remember what we were betting about. Here’s hoping it wasn’t about a boy–what a waste of money that would have been!
I turned 22 years old. I may or may not have worked from 8:00-10:30am. I picked up a packet of my classmates’ writing to read for our creative writing class. And, I mailed an application to Portfolio Center. (Spoiler alert: I was accepted and I attended!)