Getting out of the car, I breathed a sigh of relief: I wasn't the last one to arrive at Zachary's Chicago Pizza; Edward still hadn't arrived. Humming merrily to myself, I walked across the street - only to find that Edward had mysteriously appeared out of thin air, making me again the last member of the cohort to arrive.
|A pleasant ambiance in an empty room; it filled up later.|
Today was our cohort's get-together, intended for us to get to know each other as well as our chaperone Ms. Thomas better. I felt like I knew everyone pretty well already, or could at least get along with them, but this was a good opportunity to get more comfortable as a group. We started off by filling out a small questionnaire about ourselves, and shared our answers. I learned a lot about our group, from things like our favorite actors to some of our concerns for the summer to weird morbid dreams that we had.