Chapter the Eighteenth: Cannonball
Amelia won. There was house revelry and it was good. The Jolt has been remarkably quiet on the matter, all things considered. We shall see.
We had prospectives last night also. They're roaming campus, which is quite amusing. Scaring them provides joy and bliss for all parties involved. This is a welcome bit of distraction from both politics and the piles of work, which seem to be even higher this end of the semester than in others past.
I personally have one paper to do this weekend, two the next, and one BIGASS one the next. Sound like fun? You tell me. I don't get it. People in the REAL world don't even have to do this much work. Getting a job will probably seem like a vacation in terms of workload.
Speaking of which, do people think I'd make a good bartender? I'm seriously considering it if I intern at a production company.
