In the parking garage, after the GRE
I took the GRE this morning and pending some sort of doom on the writing section, I should be on my merry way to an MA and my first baby. How exciting.
After the test, I found myself in some sort of strange fog, I lost my parking money, finding it in the pocket of my sweater after doubling back to look for it. I then arrived at the deck and promptly realized that I had no earthly idea where I parked.
I stood outside lot A-1 for nearly quarter of an hour, noodling around with my phone and thinking to myself where I could have possibly parked. Three different black luxury cars passed by me with tinted windows and for a bit I pretended to be Sydney Bristow. Eventually, I found a security guard, a nice fellow who drove me in his golf cart to my car.
Driving down Decatur Street towards Mark’s house, I wondered about the adult life that I’d always been promised.
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