My voice has been growing lower and lower for the past few weeks, and I can't say I dislike it. It's actually kind of cool to hear your voice as it's never been before - sort of similar to the effects of sucking helium out of your birthday balloons, except the complete opposite reaction. Nevertheless, it's still not the best experience in the world.
You've only had four hours of sleep. You have a 9:30 a.m. class racing toward you. Your throat is sore.
The infamous holiday that drains the pockets of many men around the world has come and gone. You may be singing "That's Amore" by the charming Dean Martin, or perhaps Queen's "Another One Bites the Dust" is more appropriate.
This title may seem a tad bizarre, even silly, but it is how I describe myself. Ridiculous as this extended metaphor is, it nevertheless assisted me with my acceptance to the University. I am a 5-foot-1-and-a-half, Italian girl, who is incredibly proud of her heritage and is a family-oriented fanatic.
This title may seem a tad bizarre, even silly, but it is how I describe myself. Ridiculous as this extended metaphor is, it nevertheless assisted me with my acceptance to the University. I am a 5-foot-1-and-a-half, Italian girl, who is incredibly proud of her heritage and is a family-oriented fanatic.
Imagine an online network of people so generous and resourceful that they lend and lease their unused belongings to people in their communities who actually need them.
It all started on a baseball field. Not a typical field with freshly trimmed grass and carefully drawn lines, but a field of solid blacktop with a skate park interrupting right field.
