No,thisisPenn.Thatstuffwouldn’tgooverwellhere.MaybeatDrexel—butnothere.I’mintroublenow.
Iwasbacktosquareone—andfeelingthepressure.
Sonowyou’reprobablythinking—ifitwasgonnabethisdifficult,why’dIevenaccepttoday’sinvitationinthefirstplace?
Well,youknowmysongoeshere.That’sagoodreason.AndIalwaysliketochecktoseehowmymoney’sbeingspent.
AndI’msurethere’ssomeparentsouttherewhocanrelatetowhatI’mtalkingabout!
Andtherewereothergoodreasonsformetoshowup.
Sure,IgotanAcademyAward…butIneverhadsomethingcalled“MagicMeatballs”afterwaitinginlineforhalfanhouratafoodtruck.
True,I’vetalkedface-to-facewithPresidentObama…butInevermetaguynamed“Kweeder”whosingsbadcoversongsatSmokesonaTuesdaynight.
Yes,I’veplayedadetectivebattlingdemons…butI’veneverbeentoaschoolinmylifewherethesquirrelpopulationhasgonebananas,breakingintothedormroomsandtakingovercampus.IthinkI’veevenseensomecarryingbooksonthewaytoclass!
SoIhadtobehere.Ihadtocome…eventhoughIwasafraidImightmakeafoolofmyself.