Student writing: Pasta night
Wed, 12/13/2017 - 3:03pm
By:
Emily Funke
You’re driving up the winding road to on top of the hill to the Frontenac Golf Course. The parking lot is so full it’s hard to find a spot. You arrived with friends for a pasta night. Your stomach rumbles as you get out of the car.
You haven’t eaten very much today. The short trip across the lot feels forever. Your stomach is making so much noise everyone must be able to hear it. You make your way up the slight lope to the door.
