I couldn’t find my ID. Your ID is your ticket to life here, and I live in a new dorm, so my ID also unlocks the to door to my room. I usually leave it in the same place, but I couldn’t find it. I looked in the pockets of my jeans and in the pockets of my coat, thinking how did it walk out of here? I often wake up in the middle of the night thinking someone’s broken into my room and thought that maybe it had happened and someone had stolen my ID (but left my iPhone and laptop? Maybe that person really wanted to borrow library books and eat meals in the dining halls. An extremely intellectual and hungry thief). Finally found it, in the same place I usually left it, but underneath a book I had been reading. Crisis averted.
We had to do a 4 panel comic for creative writing this week and I totes cheated and used Comic Life. But at least I used my own photos. Right? It’s a sad comic about a boy and none of you will ever see it!
Until I show it to you drunkenly. If you ask nicely.
