As if attending classes inutero was not enough, Mom drags me all the way to Norman so she can go to class and finish her Masters. It's like she thinks she has her own life or something. At least she let me eat some fries at the Union.
And she was just SO excited to show me around Gaylord. Not nearly as interesting as French fries, but whatever.
Even Mr. Gaylord doesn't seem inmpressed.
Do you think this is propaganda for me to be a Sooner?
YOU BECTHA!
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