to the four people in our hall who had never had it before. i was one of the lucky ones. for those of you who don’t know and think that chicken pox is no big deal, all i can say is that, the older you get, the more serious it is. i was 18 and i still have scars from some of the pock-marks. but, really, what this meant was that my entire break that i planned to spend hanging out with my friends was instead spent inside, mostly in bed, just feeling miserable and being ticked off that nothing seemed to be working out for me.
this was in the 