Thursday, September 8, 2011

Write On

Talk about scary stuff. All she said was, "OK, get out a piece of paper" and my heart stopped. I knew it was coming when I signed up for the latest semester, but it happens every time. Sitting around a table with a bunch of strangers, trying to write something that doesn't make me look like a fool. Then she told us to write down our names and make a name tag.

Now that I can do.

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