Freshman ≠ Laborer?

Good news, we’re winning! :D

But that aside, I have come to realize something—freshmen are slaves to upperclassmen. It’s funny and everything, and the adrenaline is a drug. You know you can’t say no, even to tasks like, “Buy me my lunch and get me that thing over there.” And I have a really strong feeling the upperclassmen enjoy having us ordered around.

 

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