“Of course,” I thought, actually blushing at my stupidity. There was a reason we hadn’t bought any supplies, any notebooks or highlighters or beanbag chairs for my dorm room. There was a reason I didn’t have a framed poster of The Kiss or The Starry Night all ready to hang—or at the very least one of Francis Bacon’s screaming popes, to remember the family by.
Im not the only lady who remembers posters of The Kiss everywhere in college dorms and also i went to college during this period described
