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When people - people at work, family members, friends, and random hobos on the street (ok, so I made that one up) ask me why I came to IHA, I always laugh. Why? I don't know. Maybe because coming to IHA was one of the only truly spontaneous things I've ever done. I came - for something new. And came upon something almost indescribable. What other school combines a totally messed up scheduling system, frenzied school spirit, and a uniform that makes me look like something from a bad science experiment? The sad thing is, IHA has all of the above and yet when I see the alumnae wander back from college, their features are just washed over with nostalgia. In writing this, I'm setting myself up to feel this way one day - after I forget all the bad stuff and just remember IHA for what it really is....800 slighly eccentric females practically living together (dammit....that's not positive either, is it?) Enjoy this site for what it is - a delicate balance between IHA culture and my somewhat sardonic sense of humor.
If you know me at all (if not - what are you doing READING this!?) it will take you approximately two seconds to figure out that what i write here - like everything else in my life - is a joke. If I write about the IHA pizza and how nasty it is, but it happens to be the reason you live, well, I'm sorry I guess. In case you are slow and haven't figured the site out, I'll give you a second.
There. That better? By now, you realize that it's merely a collection of pseudo-"articles" about my existence as an IHA student. Most of it will be negative, but most of everything I think or say is negative. So deal. Oh, and by the way, I expect fanmail. three60roundhouse20@yahoo.com
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