So, a little while back my hall had a flower-planting tea. My roommate and I both missed it, me because I don't interact with my hallmates because I'm kind of a jerk and A because she had class. Our HA recognized that not everybody would make it and so left the pots and some soil and seeds outside her room so that anyone who didn't make it could still have plants. So, A and I both gathered briefly in the hall and planted flowers. I watered both of ours for the next two or three weeks. A's had a couple of green things poking out of the soil, while mine was beginning to look positively verdant. I teased her that she was blighting the flowers with her indifference. She was slightly indignant. I now only four more blog posts left to write. I will leave you with photographic evidence that flowers know when they're loved.
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