Wednesday, 28 March 2012

Your Name Is Cherish




As I left university yesterday I saw a student from a class that I totally forgot I was supposed to be taking. She asked me if the class was still on.
For a moment I didn’t know what the fuck she was talking about.
‘Er No, this weeks material was rubbish anyway’ (tell it like it is babe)
‘OK if I apply for a job this summer will you give me a reference?’
‘Absolutely – I would love to.’
‘Do you know my name?’
‘I do actually.’
Then although it occurred to me that I really should go back inside, I kept walking. 

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