I might, or might not, know the poor child who sent this email after one day at college.
I might, or might not, have rolled on the floor laughing before attempting to assist him from 150 miles away.
But one thing is for sure. This poor child already misses his mama!!
My glasses lens popped out. I got it to go back in, but I don’t know how long it will last. I’m out of tortilla chips. I don’t remember what department I’m supposed to turn my receipt into. I still can’t access my online banking to figure out how much money is in it because Morgan WON’T RESPOND. I still have no books. I have to go to a bunch of mandatory meetings that teach me nothing. I’m out of reading material. We have no mini-fridge. I have no monitor. It’s unbearably hot, even with fans. The doors cannot be closed without slamming them. The shower heads are so low that I have to crouch to wash my hair. The Arnold Hall cafeteria isn’t open yet. The Boreman Hall cafeteria sucks. I’m always bored. I forgot to bring towels.