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lionsettigresetourses:lawschoolisnotthatfun:there is a pineapple in the snow near the law schoolthere is a sad story behind this I’m sure of it“It’s an excuse, Walt. Get over it. She’s just not…interested." I stare at my friend Joe, and I know he’s right. But what comes out of my mouth next is utter denial, and perhaps out of pride. "She’s a 1L,” I mutter. “And apparently she gets really busy.”It would have been better if he had mocked me; if Joe had looked at me condescendingly at this response. But instead he gives me a look of complete pity, and it breaks me even more. “No one is that busy, man,” he says softly.By this time I have already thought long and hard about my conversation with Hana at least ten times over in my head. I had asked her yet again to come out, this time to the town’s luau-themed festival. For an almost perpetually snowy town, this place really tries hard to keep things as cheery as possible. But Hana had turned me down yet again, citing her “memo” being due soon. “How hard can a memo be?” I had texted her, and really, without intending any sarcasm.“Well, it’s not a post-it note, if that’s what you’re implying,” she had texted me back an hour later. “I’m sorry. I’m just really busy, and I also have to catch up with civ pro.”I grab my keys. Joe looks up from his physics book and scowls at me. “What are you doing?”“So she won’t come out to the luau. Fine, she’s busy,” I say. “I’ll bring the luau to her.”“Don’t be ridiculous,” Joe says, putting his book down. “It’ll be cute,” I say quickly. “I’ll grab one of those flower necklaces, a pineapple or something - and I’ll give her a little study break.” I am already putting on my jacket.Joe is incredulous. “You’re going over to her apartment!?" "Obviously I’ll have to grab some stuff on the way,” I respond, grabbing my scarf from the hook on the wall.“Walt-” Joe says, but I am already out the door. It takes me less than an hour to get a little kit together. I’ve got the flower necklaces, a margarita mix, a pineapple, some plastic glasses, and little knick-knacks. If she’ busy, I’ll just say hi and leave the stuff with her for later. It’ll be a sweet gesture.The snowing has stopped by the time I get to in front of her apartment, my hands full with the bags carrying various Hawaiian-themed things. And as I am about to step onto her porch to ring the door bell, I notice her window.Hana is sitting at the kitchen table, her hair in a messy yet adorable bun. She’s smiling - she’s radiant. And, across from her, is…a guy. He’s smiling back at her, his dark hair suspiciously tousled. And, to my horror, they both look like they’ve just woken up. It’s three in the afternoon…Suddenly, Hana turns her head toward the window and our eyes meet. She can see me standing there like an idiot in front of the apartment, hands full. She looks confused for a second and then smiles, and then notices what I must assume is the mortified look on my face. She looks confused again and then turns toward the guy in front of her. She looks back at me. She bolts up from the table. I take a step back and let the plastic bags fall to the ground. The wind picks up the flower necklaces, and the pineapple rolls off. I begin walking away when I hear the front door open.“Walt!” I hear Hana call me. “Wait!”I keep walking, trying not to cry. “Walt, wait!” she calls again. “This is a study group! We’re studying!”I keep my pace. “Walt!” she calls desperately. “It’s just 1L year, Walt!”I notice the pineapple looking sorrily stuck in the snow. What a waste of a fucking pineapple. -- source link

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