By Maya Comer
Editor’s Note: this “Op-Ed” slipped under my doorstep at a crisp 4AM. Despite the lack of meaningful opinion, we have decided to publish this piece as a reflection of the Grinnellian drive for literary excellence, our quintessential ability to be horny literally anywhere, and the desire to vandalize dorm property. Enjoy.
I’m breaking my silence. I have to. I must share my story with the world, put a name behind my YikYak infamy. I promise that I speak with full humility when I describe my tale as inspiring. You see, friends, this is a tale of love and longing in the most unexpected places, of the transcendence of the human experience, of the power of memory and desire. Hear me, for this is my story.