In the midst of my crazy night as I'm putting the finishing touches on my presentations for tomorrow's interviews, I caught a glimpse of my own smile in the mirror and I noticed how pretty and straight my teeth are. Thanks Mom and Dad, for my pretty, straight teeth (or really... three years of expensive braces).
A gentleman with an accent came up to the advising desk yesterday morning at Heartland. I quietly and cordially asked him if I could ask where he was from and he said England. And then I asked if I could ask where at in England and he said Liverpool. And I told him that I was there over the summer, in Cambridge, doing an internship. He had no interest in my story and I was bummed. I really wanted to talk England with him and ask him why he was here, of all places, but he just wasn't having it. :(
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