Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone by J.K.Rowling
8 min @ R2, 668 Queen St. W, TO 2.1.13
No one seemed to study with the same fervor as Amy . She thought it would have gotten better her sophomore year but it was worst. So much worse. The library was the worst place to study because all anyone did was chat nonsense… and in really loud outside voices. Of course cutbacks meant there was no freaking staff to shush anyone. The lunatics were running the asylum. For someone who gave a shit about clothes Amy had amassed a shocking vocabulary for designer shoes. Last year her repertoire consisted of Uggs and Saucony. Of course she was familiar with Nike… the goddess of mythology first and secondly an international brand. But now she knew about Jimmy Choos and Jason Wus. Amy never thought there’d be a day it sucked having a syphon for a brain because once the info went in there was no way to unlearn the fashion trivia.
Amy was stunned that these girls actually made it to sophomore year. Their families must be paying off the Dean.
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