I'll admit it - I sing to myself as I walk to class. I sing bright, peppy tunes to encourage myself as I walk the frozen tundra that is our campus.
Apparently, I sing quite loudly. As I sang Destiny's Child's "Bootylicious" to myself, I noticed an audience. A punk-rock kid decked out in stovepipe jeans, sneakers and spiky hair watched me. First, he shook his head in disgust at my choice in tunes. Then, he chuckled at my uncultured ways as he walked away.
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