Over thisthe past weekend, our class was assigned to read each other’s anecdotes. I read countless stories, some were incorrigible and some were palmy. One story that stuck out to me was about somebody’s wanderjahr. They traveled to Florida, which seemed to be their Xanadu, except for one small issue... They: they actually had to figure out how to get there. Their flight got delayed so much theythat they were forced to wander, fiddle footed throughoutfiddle-footed through the Atlanta airport for hours. Some of these stories caused me to cerebrate about commas much more than I usually do. In some stories many of, the authors gleeked, which personally made the story better in my opinion. When editing these, I always made sure to keep some type of benevolence, so people could receive the best gradegrades possible on their anecdotes. When I was finished with my editing, I was ebullient. I sure hope that my teacher doesn’t think I made any paralipsis!