I Hadn’t Been In Proper School In

How Will I Ever Get Out Of This Labyrinth!" To A Margin Note Written In Her Loop-heavy Cursive: Straight & Fast.

She Had The Kind Of Fingers You Want To Interlace With Your Own.

I Do My Precalc Homework, And Then When I'm Done I Actually Sit With The Textbook For Like Three Hours And Try To Understand What I Just Did. That's The Kind Of Weekend It Is--the Kind Where You Have So Much Time You Go Past The Answers And Start Looking Into The Ideas.

I May Die Young, But At Least I'll Die Smart.

This Was The First Time In My Life That So Many Things Would Never Happen Again.