Q: Signals that dial together, connect together.

I ride with my Floridian classmates to class every Thursdays for the rest of the semester. Nothing less than two “f*ck” words is heard every time; twas as though being inside the car gave them a reason to be vulgar. Hm..perhaps it’s their hatred towards Baltimorean drivers. The compact space within the moving container smells of cheap deodorant and wet boots, but we were discussing the study materials. Half wishing that the quiz would be easy this time compared to the last. Fair enough, my classmates are already in their twenties and young (still), the lack of tasteful vocabularies will make an old English teacher go into depression. They are fun-loving people, and being surrounded by Floridians in Baltimore is a pretty interesting dynamic or environment. I have yet to be completely comfortable with them, but I believe this semester will see us engaging in thoughts more often than not. Fingers crossed, we’ll gel well.

Dayum right,
Vonnie S.