It seems like with every passing moment, there's a last to be had. Thursday was my last class of third year. This is the last Sunday that I'll ever sit in this room, recapping the weekend. And Friday was the last normal Friday night in China, before we begin to dismantle and pack up the home that we've lived in for the past 2 years.
On Friday, Karen was looking for excitement. She kept telling me she wanted something exciting to happen.
Which is when I glanced up to the top of the cupboard, and spied the checker board.
I know my life seems perma exciting and fun when you just read the blog, but in reality this is what it usually looks like.
Jared used intense tactic in plotting his moves. In fact, we all did. Maybe that's why the game wasn't as fun as anticipated. Or maybe it was the fact that we filled the shot glasses with cider and wine instead of with hard liquor.
Well, that essay could be interesting -- or more precisely the fact that you're writing on the subject is. For instance, is that your perspective or was it more of an exercise in writing from different perspectives?
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