Meeting Miss Eriksen
I bumped into my history teacher at a music festival
It was the summer I turned seventeen, and me and my friend Ida were on our way to our first festival to see the likes of Snoop, M.I.A, Foo Fighters, and lots of other bands. We were going to camp in our brand new and not very large tent, meet boys, stay up late and maybe even sneak in a beer or two. It was going to be The Greatest Summer Ever, if everything went as we had planned. I wasn’t even halfway through my train jo...