For the love of God don't don’t cut in front of Gracie Garcia in the sandwich line

What is the most memorable moment from your 18th year?

I’ve just spent an embarrassing amount of time trying to figure out exactly what moments fall under my 18th year. And it’s hard for me to pick one moment, because my 18th year was both my last year of high school and my first year at Wesleyan. But I remembered that on my last day of being 18 (my 19th birthday), I did a reading of a one-act play I wrote about hooking up in college. All my friends came and stuffed themselves into a room to watch this thing I’d written about them and me. Now as I enter my last year at Wesleyan and have a reading of this play, there is something very full circle about 18.   

When did you feel like you became an adult?

 I don’t feel like an adult. Now that I’m 21 I can buy drinks legally, which is exciting, but I still need my mom to help me do my laundry. 

What is most important rule you follow?

 I always say, “excuse me” after I burp. I’ve been doing it my whole life, so sometimes – even if the burp is really quiet – I just automatically say excuse me under my breath. It sort of ruins the point when no one even heard the burp and then I have to explain why I’m mumbling “excuse me.” 

What is the worst rule you’ve broken?

Double buckling (four people in the backseat of a car) in Los Angles and driving on the 101 freeway (after drinking tequila for the first time).

What rule would you love to break, but haven’t?

Honestly, I’m a bit of a good girl, especially when it comes to rule breaking– from refusing to use my fake ID at a restaurant with my parents, to always turning in my homework on time. Breaking rules is one of the many things that makes me anxious, so I try to avoid it…But that being said, I wish I could throw caution to the wind more often and just steal an overpriced pair of sunglasses from Urban Outfitters (not in a Winona way, in more of a stick-it-to-the-man way). Or break onto a roof of a school building and drink boxed wine. Or cliff jump into a reservoir that has a big “no swimming” sign out front. Maybe those sound a little too manic-pixie-dream-girl, but I’d like to be able to enjoy the adrenaline rush that comes with not wanting to get caught.

Who’s the biggest rule-breaker you know?

My mom. She is constantly jaywalking (which is very uncouth in LA), but most importantly, she doesn’t take any shit, so when rules are meant to be broken she doesn’t hesitate.   

What rule do you wish more people would follow?

Not texting and driving.

Also, don’t cut in front of me in the sandwich line and then take 10 minutes to figure out what sandwich you want. If you needed time to think you could’ve waited behind me while I ordered my no-fuss tuna melt, and maybe you would’ve learned something about making a decent sandwich. 

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