I sigh. "What on earth does that have to do with anything? Look, after I go shopping, I also have to drop off my portfolio , so I'll be gone awhile." my Type-A alter also ticks off what I gotta if I'm going to get a scout and graduate school this year. #^$@. All this is happening in split seconds, speeding from neuron to neuron in the frenzied dance that is my perpetual to-do list. My mom suddenly snaps to attention. "Which portfolio?Your freshman-year commercial spread or that book of photography that Marcus shot of you in Hell's Kitchen?" I grin. "Both."
"That's my girl." I give her a kiss and run out, my big canvas backpack slapping my ass like a metronome. To Do #607: Go to Gym.
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