I jokingly said “ha! I knew they would have to replace the carpeting in there!” and told him that I had lived there the year before. As I was leaving, realizing I would have to bus to the hardware store and buy a hammer that I would never need again, a boy appeared at the doorway to my old apartment next door. When this failed (badly) I took the bus to my old apartment complex, hoping my old neighbors would have some tools, but they did not. I needed a drawing table, and decided to design one, take the bus to the lumberyard, shlep everything back to my apartment and beat it together with a shoe, as I had no tools. When I was in college, I decided (for one year) to change my major from psychology to art. I then did a few years of random nursing, and for the past 3 years I now work in a neurosurgery office for a brain surgeon, and I absolutely love it. Of course after graduation, my first job was as a nurse on an epilepsy unit, which I worked on for 3 years. The last test we had was on the nervous system, which I barely studied for, and my reasoning was “I hate the nervous system and am never going to work in neurology”.

During my freshman year of college, I was in anatomy and starting to get burnout from the semester.

I’m an RN, and worked super hard through all of high school and college. And yet, it felt like fate had brought us back together, even if it was about 10 years late. It was incredible to me that we grew up so close together and had never known each other. I then proceeded to drive not 5 minutes before she told me to stop, and went into her own explanation of her childhood escapades and experiences. After this, she asked me “do you want to see my childhood house” and I did, so I said yes. So, we drove by it, and as we went by, I explained some funny and some somber moments that had struck me in that moment. One night, we were wandering around our town, and I asked my friend if she wanted to see my childhood house, and she did. For context, we had both moved houses after finishing elementary school, but otherwise had not moved besides this. At my new high school, I found someone who is still one of my closest friends. I changed high schools between my Sophomore and Junior years of high school, primarily out of a want for new friends and better academics. As I was thinking, the podcast I was listening to started discussing something completely unrelated that he had written, and they said his name: Safire It was an address written for Nixon to be read if the moon landing failed and the the astronauts were stuck on the moon. I was trying desperately to remember the writer of a speech I wanted to discuss with my teacher. I then watched an episode of a TV show this evening where this actor was mentioned The answer of a crossword clue today was the surname of an actor from Star Wars who I had never heard of. Outside the library, and above the door leading into the basement, and over the entrance to the bookstore proper, there are medium-sized black/yellow signs that read 'FALLOUT SHELTER ☢️' with fine print at the bottom reading 'Not to be reproduced without permission from the Department of Defense.' At the risk of shattering the special aura about this place, I told the manager about my noticing the signs, and without missing a beat she says 'Yep, this is the old shelter.' I should ask her what if was like before. There's a used bookstore in the basement of the library in my hometown.

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