Trip Highlight 6/792

Ten hour days aren't so bad. Actually, they seem the same length as a normal day until about 3 o'clock on Thursday when reality hits. But I had to make up a lot of hours for the day I'd be missing Friday.

Rod's Institute classes are always superb. He said first dates should be max 1h/$4. And I agreed - and then realized that I would probably still say no to quite a few...

Try the "Buttery Nipple" shot. 

Cen and I went out for drinks at Booty's - a Hutchins restaurant (by name only) if I've ever seen one. The drinks were subpar, but the company was good, so no complaints really.

Thursday, I drove my fruit basket home and picked up Autumn to get to the airport. I flew all night via Denver to Charlotte, NC, where I arrived at 3:30 my time. I picked up my rental Jeep (which is outlandishly expensive because I'm underage) and drove the two hours to High Point University.

One of the gates separating this haven from the sketch town.

There were about 15-20 other kids interviewing and we all arrived about the same time to a large room with tables and name tags. Naturally, I felt way more comfortable sitting with the teachers. We sat and chatted and teased one about her scandalous SC knowledge. It was nice.

They have super nice, state-of-the-art research/clinic/classroom facilities. And they come from an athletics base, which is ideal. The campus is beautiful (aside from the creepy 20-ft nutcrackers everywhere) and there are tons of stuff students can get for free - printing, arcade access, movies, etc.

Trev would love this.

I just don't know how I feel about it yet.

My actual interview were pretty good since I had already spoken to the professors. It ended up being more of a question/answer session for me.

Afterwards, I dropped off my rental and met up with Sam Boyd, my old apprentice from HS. I love her because she hates people, lives in isolation with her dog, teaches P.E., and is super nice.

Trip Highlights:

Indian Trail welcomes you!

• A giant straw man. 

• FB stalking and reminiscing.



Best fries. 

• Bojangles chicken, spiced fries, and cheer wine. 

• Wingate basketball and a drippy tower thing. 

• We both still have our LHS mugs.



Saved from Death Row.

• Geno.

• Losing bowling, soccer, track, and ping pong - but not by much.

• The "fun" room.

• The Russian chicken toy. 



I need more colors and denser trees. 

• Trees.

• Watching Hook. And Lemonade Mouth - which I was wayy into.

The Virginia Slice.

• Pizza the size of my face. 

• And French pastries. 

• Chocolate shakes. 

• Tyson chicken factory

• Nugs, not drugs. 

Sam Boyd, herself. 

I flew back early Sunday and went straight to church, where everyone made fun of me for wearing a jersey. At least I was there. And I actually played a game at Bo Jale's cookie night - "Gossip" where you make up outlandish lies about people.