The Septimus Notes

Sunday, November 13, 2005

|"Why are you late?"|

Unable to take my mind off of law school, I managed to stumble upon a dusty recollection in the recesses of my brain from freshman year.

It was in the spring, at a performance of my favorite campus a capella group, Uptown Vocal. We were in the lounge in Hartley (or was it Wallach?). Anyway, there was a long-haired brunette sitting in front of me on an overstuffed love seat, by herself despite the fact that the room was packed full of people. She was defending that seat like it was a Discovery Channel special and the cushion was her young. Not long after the show started, a girl with short blonde hair slid into the unoccupied position on the sofa. She had in her hand a folder with a sticker of the NYU torch on the cover.

Her friend turns to her, miffed and whispers, "Why are you late?" She whispers back, "I got into NYU Law." She was so happy. They hugged -- it was like watching a scene from a feminine hygiene product commercial. The blonde girl cupped her hands over her mouth and whispered, "I can't believe it. I'm so excited."

I want that.

promulgated by SWS2.1 at 16:57.
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