Tuesday, March 24, 2009


I went to the gym, but I didn't wear a sports bra so I couldn't exercise.
Then I stopped by the mail room. I got a thick envelope, with my grandmother's address on it. I carried it back to the basement of randolph, except instead of our room I was in one of the party rooms at Shadowland, a lasertag place near where I live. Inside was a letter from her, a bunch of business cards, and a heavy folder containing information about a scholarship. "Just sign here and we'll pay for your schooling AND the start of your needlework business!" I thought it looked sketch. Meredith tried to convince me to sign it.
That's all I remember.

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