I don’t wanna grow up, I’m a Yalie.
I’m annexed. My suitemates and I live on the fifth floor of a mostly freshman building. These are the consequences:
1. I carry everything I own all day long because I try to avoid at all costs climbing the stairs up to my suite;
2. My glutes have greatly improved since September as a result of said stairs;
3. I realize on a daily basis just how old, mean and jaded I am in comparison to the adorable, bright-eyed freshmen on the floors below me.
SIEDLECKI TO STEP DOWN
