Or at least that’s what I tell myself when I’m dragging myself out of bed for my 8 AM class. This morning it was quite a struggle, and I have to tell you: I should get a medal of valor or something to commend this morning’s particular intense ordeal.
I was cranky, I was sleepy, sugar was the only thing keeping me awake UNTIL . . .I went to Bruff for a biscuit. Now let’s not lie, Bruff isn’t exactly known for its fine cuisine, (though its biscuits are pretty good). But while there, I ran into two sister in the sorority I’m pledging, a floormate of mine, AND an unamed Tulane athlete whom I totally adore. And suddenly, my day turned around!!
One thing that I noticed about this place right away was that people you’d meet while out and about you always meet again. I’ll be honest, it is kind of awkward when you’re dancing with someone and you’re not sure if he’ll remember you the next day and then he’s in two of your classes. Actually, its quite awkward. And then you see him at Bruff. Every day.
But eventually, you get used to him and everybody else you meet and hope you’ll never meet again but inevitably do. It’s pretty amazing when you get over that awkward stage and make friends with these people too. Bruff is definitely the focal point for all of that. It’s the joys of a small college–its a little community and eventually you find your place in it.
And if my place happens to be at Bruff, getting a biscuit, I’d say its not too bad of a place to be.



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