Let's skip mentioning the mutually-disasterous camping adventures. =) (At least I got to drive Jeff's super cool, huge truck!)
Oh yeah. Chelsea's like 13 or something.
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| I met Chelsea in APUSH (AP US History) in 11th grade. We sat at the same table cluster. Wait no, actually I met her in English; she sat in front of me. One day, we were supposed to be editing eachother's papers, and she was my partner. She turned around, but I was still writing or something, and didn't say anything to her. Then I was afraid that she thought I didn't like her or was mean or something. This bothered me for a good part of Fall Semester of my Junior Year. Soon, though, we became great pals. Chelsea's awesome mom saved the Model UN Club from Mr. Hall's appaling lack of planning ability during the Berkeley trip senior year. Too bad I missed out on the crazy cab-driver's midnight back-alley drug run! Chelsea is now pre-med at UCSD. I am so proud. I still don't understand those stupid molecule drawings... Let's skip mentioning the mutually-disasterous camping adventures. =) (At least I got to drive Jeff's super cool, huge truck!) Oh yeah. Chelsea's like 13 or something. |
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