I made it to the shore alive, but the next time I went sailing, I took the test required to sail the boat alone in any weather. My fear of sailing has been conquered by the realization that I would rather capsize alone in the middle of the river than risk another hour alone with a psychopath.
Anyone want to come sailing?
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Laura K. Cobb ’02, a Women’s Studies concentrator in Winthrop House, is a senior photography editor of The Crimson.