I know two sides to Jessica. One side can be summed up in her eyes. They're a blazing green, and her eyes shift with the sharp accuracy of her quick wit. She is articulate, funny, and intelligent. She excels in the classroom and can be counted on for enlightening conversations. As an impressionable freshman, I looked to her as a role model.

"Jessica - Version 2" I met months later, but she can be found alongside me at self-op parties and underneath open Franzia taps. Her energy livens up any social situation. However, later during freshman year when I found out that she smoked pot, I was floored. Not that partying with alcohol and partying with weed are worlds apart. But her academic prowess and razor sharp humor jarred with my vision of the slow-motion pothead burn-out.

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