“Beware of the nuthatches,” my roommate says seriously.
“But there’s only three,” she adds, reassuringly. “This is a nuthatch behind me.” Apparently one of the museum-quality oil paintings hanging over her bed, all painted herself, has been one of this deceitful and alarming race of nuthatches the entire time.
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Things in College I Expected Correctly:
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Next Tuesday I’m going to pack up all my things, drive across town to unpack them into a tiny dorm room and meet the person I’ll share said tiny room with for the next year, spent a couple days in training, and then walk off into the wilderness.
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Come in, come in. There’s a footpath between the stacks of books, weaving towards the workspace at the back of the room. I assure you, there really is a couch under all that yarn, if you want to dump some of it on the floor and take a seat. And don’t mind the beasties – they won’t bother us. Cup of tea?
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