Back in the JC. It’s funny how this place feels like home to me. We were welcomed back with 79 students all wanting to use the 10 washers and dryers… Mass ciaos! You know you REALLY know someone when you can open up a dryer and tell exactly whose clothes are who’s with just a glance. For instance the other day, I was trying to find an open dryer so I would look to see if there were any clothes in them. First one = Jessie’s clothes, second= Camerons and third= Bro. Manscilles (my Old Test teacher). When I could recognize my own teachers clothes, that’s when I decided I know the people around here WAY to well.
My roommate asked me last night to cute her hair. I had to laugh out loud seeing as I have NEVER cut someone’s hair except for maybe my sisters when I was 4. Then my roommate say’s that all she wants is a trim and bangs… AHHHHHHHH! I told her that I have no idea what I’m doing but she said “Kt, I would trust you with my life.” My response, “your hair and your life are two completely different things.” After an eventful hair cutting experience I can officially say that my future kids will either end up bald or just come to grips with having choppy hair. Solution to this problem: live by Kindy or La so that they can cut their hair. Solved… After cutting my roommates hair she tried to convince me to put my last bag of popcorn in the “extreme dryer” to see if it would pop… What do you think happened?
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