Ophelia, or What I Wish Hadn’t Happened

For my senior thesis at St John’s, I wrote on Ophelia. There was a big party at the President’s house when we all turned in our papers. I wore a too-big bronze sequined dress. He came up to Jill and me and, with the pretense of hugging her because she was his friend, hugged usContinue reading “Ophelia, or What I Wish Hadn’t Happened”