Anonymous
I think you smiled at me today so I'm assuming you figured out who I am. But maybe I just misinterpreted weird eye contact and awkward facial expressions for a smile...
I did, in fact, figure out who you are (though my eye contact and facial expressions generally are pretty weird and awkward, so you’re not far wrong there, either). I certainly can’t say that I was expecting it, but I’ve always thought you were super cool and hilarious and it pretty much made my life when I finally figured it out. You’re exceedingly wonderful and there was no need to be so shy!
alright so this is kind of weird but i just looked up the CCY tracked tag because i'm trying to figure out if i should apply for this summer and i saw you posted about it. would you reccomend going there?
Absolutely! I absolutely adored it. I know it seems kind of sketchy because the website is bad and there are no reviews of it or anything, but I promise that it is totally legit and incredibly awesome. I loved the classes I took for my major (which was technical theater—I don’t know if that’s what you’re applying for, but their theatrical design program is fantastic) and I also loved all the electives, performances, lectures, and movies that we got to experience. They really immerse you in art for the full 5 weeks, and you’ll meet some of the coolest people ever. So yeah, I heartily recommend that you apply, and feel free to ask me any more questions you might have!
Dear anon,
I got your message, but I didn’t want to post it for fear of accidentally outing you. I must say, however, that your hint has left me flummoxed. Could you give me another? What part of the country is your school in? How well do I know you? Do we interact often?
Sincerely,
Very confused and very bad at sleuthing
Reasons why I should probably go to bed now:
So Emily and I were discussing Saruman’s rad anti-pipe-weed stance
as opposed, of course, to his taking-over-the-world stance
and I pointed out that at least Saruman’s world would be drug-free
and then I started having horrible visions of a Sesame Street-style children’s show called Saruman’s World
in which he prances around a tower with fingerpainted walls and talks to a pale, creepy goldfish named Grima
and the only logical objection I had to this whole scenario
is that it would be really difficult to beat a fish
