Huggins

You gotta love huggers...or be afraid of them. I'm not sure which.

But apparently this particular school counselor was not afraid to give them. Who knew something as simple as remembering to bring a Corban T-shirt for her college T-shirt quilty thing would warrant a hug from an almost complete stranger. Yes, that's right. I did use a feminine pronoun. I randomly was hugged by a girl counselor and proceeded to do my typical internal Jared freak out. But it was over pretty quick. No worries. Until of course I gave her the "thank-you-for-letting-me-visit-your-school" cookies. Apparently that warrants a hug too. So I was blessed to have two healthy doses of internal panic all in a span of about 7 1/2 minutes.

Note to self: bring tube socks and brussel sprouts to high school visits from now on...