As we discussed the different ways that fruit develops from the ovaries of trees, I was reminded of my high school biology teacher. I remember when he told our class that if we wanted, we could just walk into the nearest Albertson's, tell them we wanted a bag of ovaries, and it would really mean fruit. As he said this, the light reflected off of
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...and with those words you brought screeching back into my memory the day he pushed all the desks to the sides of that dank rooms and attempted to teach us square dancing...
a memory better left lost in the chasm of my head, dear.
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2. I don't know if I'm ever coming back. And I say that only because I have no one to drive with me, and I refuse to drive 10 hours alone. In a last ditch attempt, I filled out a card at the "Ride Board" to see if anyone is interested in going down with me, but as it turns out people value boyfriends, family, and jobs over my homesickness. Sick, isn't it?
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We could meet in St. George - that's half way between us both. Oh man, we should meet in St. George for Memorial Day Weekend or something. Or if people drove up to St. George to meet me, I could get someone to ride down with me? Does this make sense? Are you taking notes?
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