I don't care what they say. It's coming with me. They said to pack light. My pink cup's light. "Why would you bring that cup," some of you may ask. read on...
Some of you may remember I spent most of my college career with a pink cup in my hand.
The cup accompanied me through 2 years of 4 hour daily classes in the education building which reminds me of my 28 education major friends and our never-ending projects, which were daunted by our lack of technological knowledge.
The cup went with me to my student teaching assignments every morning; it reminds me of those 5th graders who called me bad words but loved me deep down...it reminds me of those toothless grins my 1st graders gave me every morning along with pictures they'd drawn for me.
The cup also made it's way to the caf and the food court for Food Court Fridays where I have wonderful memories of the chocolate chip cookies from the caf...and of all of you and the plans we'd make for the weekend...like playing soccer and then going to Dwight's apartment and jumping (or being thrown) in the pool with our soccer clothes on and Steven Bonham shivering while we played that movie game in the water...
The cup was a gift from one of my best friends from high school. I shan't go into those memories.
I don't know if I ever washed the cup while I was in school (it usually just had water in it...maybe it got washed once or twice). I've washed it since I've been home but it still reminds me of you guys.
I'm taking my pink cup to Richmond on Monday. Don't even try to stop me.
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i just pictured you saying that as a monologue... just like your grandmother. what language are you gonna learn?
ohh mimi. i talked to her today. she's good. i'll have a crash course in bahasa malay and then a personal tutor in mandarin chinese for the first 6 months.
you get to learn mandarin... that's awesome. and i'm glad you're taking the pink cup-- i wouldn't know what to do if i bumped into you over there and you didn't have it.
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