Happy Hell Week!
Gooooooooood morning Vietnam! Or America. Whatever. So my alma mater has the best traditions ever. One of them is our hazing week, which does not involve alcohol (unless you wish it to.) It's more like pranks and ridiculous, borderline-humiliating things. I, for example, had to bring my heller meals in bed and stuff like that. Anyway, every year when Hell Week comes around, it makes me seriously happy. This year was even better than usual, though. I planned on spending the weekend at a friend's apartment, so I packed a suitcase with clothes and stuff for a couple of nights. On the train in I realized I had this pin of an owl--my alma mater's mascot--in my jewelry bag and I wanted to wear it on my coat. So I got the bag out, found the pin, and pinned it on. In my early morning stupor, I apparently forgot to put the bag back in my suitcase. Before I go on, it's important to know that I forget stuff everywhere. There are little pieces of me scattered all up and...