I walked through the old newsroom today on my way to a professor's office. (I'll leave the newspaper nameless, on the off chance that someone stumbles onto my blog and thinks I'm biting the hand that feeds me.) This foreign feeling of excitement rushed over me, a feeling of excitement and joy that I'm no longer held captive.
I wanted to cartwheel down the hall. Almost did.
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Ha. Sounds like when I drive past the cheer gym - except I can't cartwheel in a car :)
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