Just like rubbernecking a bad car accident, I found myself reading with interest Karen Owen’s Duke stud list. Of course, I pictured myself back in college and imagining whether or not I would measure up to Ms. Owen’s standards. Figuratively speaking, that is.
I noted with interest that it was the Canadian who “spoke mostly in French” was “rude……terrible, did not bother to kiss me more than a few seconds, and finished in about five minutes, after which he walked out of the room and did not return.”
I thought that was the culture we’re supposed to emulate.
