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I vividly recall when I heard the first utterances of this word… during Welcome Week of my first year of college. At the time, I was far too shy to ask for clarification and risk the chance of being perceived as someone who’s been living under a rock for the past 18 years, so I did what I usually do when faced with complex, life-altering questions: I ran a Google search on it. Something clicked inside me when I realized that I’d been catapulted into a new world: but who were these mysterious, foreign Bay area kids with their Northface backpacks (confession: I eventually bought one of my own and still use it to this day) and Pizza My Heart t-shirts, why are they not afraid of the rain, and what dialect are they speaking?
I kinda dig it.
(Please note that I refrained from using “hella” in place of “kinda”—the line needs to be drawn somewhere.)
(Source: cheza--bear)
