If there’s one thing college has taught me, it’s that it is impossible to have everything figured out all the time.
Well folks, it’s that time of year again: “Juan-uary” is upon us. Yes, ABC’s “The Bachelor” is back, and this season promises drama, heartbreak and many more entertaining, excessive dates.
It’s the Sunday after fall break, and I’m exhausted, hungry, and have a ton of work left that I procrastinated doing over the weekend.
One feature every University student has in common is this: we were the high school students who had the stellar GPAs and test scores, and spent our days running from practices to club meetings to tutoring and back again.
Everyone always says you find yourself in college. That it’s these next few years that shape who you will be to a greater degree than any other experiences you’ve ever had.
Calculus lecture. Friday, 10 a.m. – I’m trying to pay attention, but I keep nodding off. I glance around at my fellow classmates also trapped in the basement (read: dungeon) of Olsson — which smells like mold and is always at least 20 degrees colder than outside — to see if they are faring any better.
