In thirty days, I will be a new woman. Well, I'll be one of 27 new women. I'll be a Millerite. I'll be a college student. I'll be a Hawk. I've never been those things before.
I'll be far from home, I'll be independent, I'll be wide-eyed. These, I have been.
Your friendly meteorologist predicts:
Sunshine,
Scattered Showers,
And of course, a ninety percent chance of mid-morning rote introductions.
Who are you? Where are you from? What is your major? Three adjectives that best describe your favorite colorfoodmoviebooktoothpasteunderwear? And so it goes.
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