The tale of a tea rookie
At 12:30 p.m. on Feb. 29, I walked through the tall glass doors of Addy Hall to the New College West Coffee Club. It was one of those frigid, blustery East Coast days, the kind that chills the tips of noses and ears and turns students into hunched, shuffling puffer-jacket soldiers. The trek to New College West alone turned my hair into a tangled mess, stealing breath from my lungs as I pulled my thin Whitman jacket close. But I would not be deterred. I was on a mission for a free London Fog.