Pesky Bee

It occurred to me as I was trying to decide what to write for my very first blog post that I remember few of the “firsts” in my life. I don’t remember my first day of school, my first time riding a bike (with or without training wheels), the first story I wrote, my first date or the first time I drove a car. I do remember my first day of college. My parents dropped me off with all my stuff. After I unpacked I headed to the main quad to pick up my registration materials. It was a gorgeous late August afternoon and there was a long line. I waited, alone, trying to look like the kind of person other people would want to be friends with. And that’s when a bee flew up my shorts and stung me where the sun doesn’t shine.

Perhaps I’m not so good at firsts, which is why I’ve decided to keep this post brief. Welcome to my blog. Please come back soon.

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