It seems hard to believe that a year ago I was still at Rice, complaining about the pretentious dullness of the other English majors and trying to find new and exciting ways to avoid walking to my car in far off West Lot. As opposed to now, where Trixie is right outside, but still unattainable due to the barrier of INTENSELY FRIGID ARCTIC AIR. Also, I live with Steven Wiggins and have become derisive of all undergraduates. Or maybe just the ones at UNC. Anyway, the year in pictures: (caution, lots of images. Duh)
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