all most of the Kin froshees agreed to wear their frosh shirts today. And so a good chunk of my Kin 190 lecture came to class sporting a black and green shirt, making them instantly recognizable to all. Obviously, all of us that went to frosh felt the solidarity that comes from a shared experience. Frosh makes best buddies, right?
I couldn’t remember anyone’s name! I recognized faces, but there were only a handful of people I could put names to. Or sometimes it was the other way around, and I heard names but I couldn’t connect them to a face. So today, I settled for awkward little waves and re-introductions. At least I didn’t try to (wrongly) guess someone’s name.
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