Flu Shot Horror Story: My Nurse Was in SDT

I walked by Pottruck on a beautiful and crisp Wednesday afternoon.

Have you ever felt the sun melt the imperfections of the day off your skin?

Ascending the stairs to the former basketball courts, fear lingered in the still (and musty) air.

I have a tattoo behind my ear and I’m still scared of needles and do you believe in false dichotomies?

What do you do when you’re missing someone gravely in the ocean-blue plastic seat of a college’s flu clinic? Do you tell the nurse that your mind is preoccupied?

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Analyzing my surroundings, I notice that my nurse spoke to me.

A white and blonde woman. Butbutbutbutbut

not any blonde white woman, but one with the key telling factors of being an SDT queen.

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The actions of the individual do not tell you the whole hell they don’t tell you about the individual and what is allegiance to a frat/sorority but an involvement in the American social strata and are our actions truly indicative of anything at all and where does an SDT nurse come from and where does she fit within the social strata?

I am so fucking scared right now. I will proceed with bravery, trust this SDT sister not just with my flu shot, but with much more especially regarding the [REDACTED] situation and the way that [REDACTED] occurred leading to [REDACTED]. The moral is that I will always trust the shamed I will always believe in reformation and in the revitalization of a dying flower pot.

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