The Last Day of Finals at Furman!

Although I was locked in the basement of the science building defining the functions of each cranial nerve on Saturday at 8 a.m. while Juliana, Ben, Grace, Abby, and Olly were fantastically representing the Jack Wills lifestyle to my fellow Southern students, I wore my luckiest pair of party pants... And I passed anatomy. This was a miracle, to say the least.

BUT NOW SUMMER IS UPON THE SOUTH and we are already prepared. Last night was spent slip-and-sliding in bikinis avoiding lightning strikes at the Furman baseball house. Bud Diesel was consumed until at least 4 a.m. and this morning my electrolyte-hungry brain spent no less than an hour on my iPad (THANKS JW!) debating between the purchase of an Ellerton and a Larkhill dress (feel free to help). Some might say this is the antithesis of productive, but I'm feeling pretty damn spicy.