June Jollies: My Past Haunts Me

Let's set the scene: senior year of college, final literary class. The type of class made for graduate students — no longer desks, no, you’re sitting around a damn table, staring at your classmates. In theory, this should be conducive for better discussions. For an introvert who doodled as she listened, it was definitely aContinue reading "June Jollies: My Past Haunts Me"