English in Swidnik

 
Poor Katie.  I was so excited to see her that I hardly noticed that she looked like she had been hit by a bus (with her mangled body then defiled by a hobo).  Her plane from New York had been delayed a few hours and from the looks of it (left over makeup, matted hair, and glazy expression) she was running on little sleep and a tremendous hangover.
                        
Katie Hull and I have been best friends since the fourth grade.  We had been maintaining a long-distance relationship since I moved from Tampa in seventh grade.  We had our minds set on going to the same college.  But, as fate would have it, she ended up at NYU and me, at Richmond.
 
I had been at Richmond for three months. So, on our drive to campus from the airport I caught her up on my life at Richmond.  In a nutshell: [...]