"A Pivotal Place"
AUX Cords and Itchy Seats April 22 2012. I heard the word “pancakes” and immediately woke up despite the fact that it was seven in the morning. I probably would have been the epitome of an irritable sixteen-year-old girl if it hadn’t been an absolutely gorgeous day, and of course my dad was taking me out for breakfast. We decided to go breakfast in Oxford which is about twenty minutes away from my house, which is also the town that I worked in, and I swear to God I can probably close my eyes and recall every single detail of the route from my house until the center of Oxford. It is just one long road that all looks the same, except for some occasional chickens wandering the roads, some random cows chewing on some grass on the side of the road, and a couple of areas that were a little more thickly settled. One thing about this route that I despised was the same thing that I was grateful for; For almost three-quarters of the way there was absolutely no cell service or Internet for yo...