“When the delivery person rings my doorbell, I instantly morph into one of Pavlov’s dogs, salivating to the sound that signals the arrival of the cheesy, circular glory,” she wrote. “It smells like celebration, as I love to rejoice a happy occasion by calling Papa John’s for my favorite food.”
Luckily for her, an Admissions Officer at Yale understood her love of delivery. So much so, in fact, that Williams was offered admission to the prestigious university.
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