She’s a self-diagnosing psych major.
Nashville Ivy League by birth (her parents worked at Vanderbilt), Berkeley by choice (she had the grades and connections to go anywhere) and Brooklyn by summer internship, she is academia incarnate.
She spent a solid four hours neck deep in case studies this morning so she could cook dinner for her Roommates tonight, and her advice to me is to worry less.
Her house is one of reputation; with ten people living there every outing becomes revelry, every dispute an epic battle, and every meal a banquette (and there’s a guy living in the closet…literally).
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