There she was. It was Rhiannon in captivity. I know we tried reconciling but in my mind, I was thinking this:
“Hey, Rhiannon. Remember all the times where you derogated me and told me I was lazy because I didn’t choose a major right away? That’s what you get!”
In my head, I laughed sadistically and I made sure I didn’t show it in front of my tutor cohort and my theatre loving friend.
I got down and went in front of her. I took off the gag and she was finally able to talk.
“Get me out of here!” Rhiannon pleaded.