You’re leaving already? by Carrina Lacorata
Morondava, 95 degrees Fahrenheit, the middle of November. Classes had just restarted a month ago, and I was already tired. Taking the same dusty, poorly paved road every day, enduring the sun’s oppressive heat starting at eight o’clock in the morning, endlessly breathing in the smell of my classmates with their grey shirts clinging to… More You’re leaving already? by Carrina Lacorata