Chapter 18

I stabbed the soil I was cultivating with my small shovel more forcefully than I should have, but I did not care. Another week has gone by, and it hasn’t been any better than the last. Problems seemed to come my way the longer I stayed at the university. My grades were excellent, and I was enjoying all of my classes, including political science. I listened to my future mother-in-law and took the course as an elective.

However, that’s not what’s stressing me out, it’s my extracurricular activities. I joined gardening, art, and dance clubs, but as soon as I discovered they also included occults, I had to stop going. My gathering of supporters turned more irritatingly hard. So I established my own club for plant-based eaters. I shared information about how much good it did to our nature and how animal consumption was bad. I taught the members to prepare and cook a lot of plant-based recipes. They knew of my plans for running for the president of the student council and my projects. My me