major(s): sociology
I lived in Woody’s floor Freshman year, and was one of the first people he ever socially interacted with. I formed a solid foundation in his mind of the “good hippie” mold (as opposed to the evil hippie) by being generous with my weed/positive vibrations, feeding my pet iguana, and strumming along absentmindedly to Eric Clapton.
I was there at the beginning! Woody witnessed my buying literally a pound of peyote on the internet, from which I brewed “tripping tea” (and of course nothing happened); Woody first ate pot brownies with me and had his existence rearranged; and I was there advising against Woody getting into a car with the drunkest schizophrenic in the universe, appearing like an after school special saying “give me your keys.”
Last Woody heard, I was a high-powered lawyer.
