Last semester I was having a particularly rough day, and then I crossed the street and nearly got hit by a car. This girl who sat in front of me in Bio was always a sort of acquaintance, we talked about shoes once...she literally saved my life, pulled me by my coat out of the street, and if she wasn't there, i would have been hit by a bus, and probably would have died...

I saw her this morning for the first time since i dropped the class...she complimented me on my new jet black hair...

not to sound too Holden Caufield, but...I love when that sort of damn shit happens, people saving my life and all...