Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely recall that during my first year at SCC, down the hall on the 7th floor lived one named Cynthia Jackson, often called "C.J.", who is mainly remembered as a motormouth chatterbox. How can you expect me to explain anything with this chatterbox from San Francisco churning on a continual basis scraps of this and that, not really a comprehensive picture of anything, just her own one-sided impressions of things that I mostly don't know anything about and really don't see any reason to care about. Weren't we all glad that C.J. graduated that year and was finally gone never to be heard of again?