Someday you need to take a walk when the sky is dark and a storm is about to rush in. It's often good to stop and smell the roses. Sometimes there will be retaining walls of shrubbery around the beds and warning signs that say the area is restricted to personnel only. Ignore those, and put your long legs to use and climb over the uncomfortably prickly stuff anyway. Your tuition is being paid to fund a public university, including its gardens, and you would like the right to smush your face into hundreds of varieties of roses and drink in their delicate floral fragrances. I support you. I supported myself, despite uncomfortable stares directed in the general direction of an ungraceful woman sticking out like a sore thumb with its nail painted red.
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