Sesame gave me a present today. A very thoughtful belated citizenship present in the form of a flag. Not a little desktop flag, but a full on flag, about as big as 2 pieces of A4 paper, with a long pole and everything. She thought it'd be funny to force me to carry that around all day long.
She was right. It would have been funny had I been a bystander, but no, I had to go through the pains of being the one to actually carry the flag throughout campus (too big to hide in the backpack), endure the stares and snickers, and even go to, of all places, the soc department, and then finally, walk through town during noon traffic.
I was almost safely home when, in the Hannaford parking lot, I bumped into the financial aid director. Unfortunately, he recognized me and I was cornered into awkward chitchat and explaining why I was carrying a flag around. ("Are you protesting something?" "Ah, no. Just carrying around a flag.") Oh, the prices I pay for my 7 freedoms*.
(On my gainful employment)
Band Man: I'd say I'm proud of you if only I didn't have to lie so much as a reference.
*According to Vita-K, Awkward Andy, Jamil, myself, and other Freedomtarians in the world, it is the 7 freedoms we are entitled to that makes America great. What are the 7 freedoms? We don't remember. We tried to think of what those 7 were on Friday night could only come up with these: freedom to not wear socks, freedom to wear Jamil's hat, and freedom to only name 3 out of the 7 freedoms.
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