Dear College,
No, I will not pay you $161.00 for permission to park on your campus. Will you guarantee me a parking space every time I arrive? Didn’t think so. Do you remember that little bill you sent me for my measly 9 hours of classes? Wouldn’t a small fraction of that be more than enough to cover a 5×10 concrete parking space? Oh, wait, I forgot that you were still paying off the $27,000 topiary bull, apparently a necessary enhancement of …

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No other feeling in life compares to the last day of class, the feeling of accomplishing something worthwhile, the feeling of completion, and the feeling of not having to twist uncomfortably in my chair to make my stomach stop growling for three whole weeks!
After my final exam today, I was so excited to be free of school that I raced home and am currently rewarding myself with Shark Week reruns. (Don’t even get me started about the horrific, mesmorizing glory …

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I don’t know that it would be wise to give away too many specifics about where I will be interning this fall. I’ve been scared straight by this story. What I can say is that there are certain things you might want to consider when preparing for an interview of any kind.
1.  Give yourself two hours to get there. I don’t care if the interview is at your next door neighbor’s house. If you hit even one snag of traffic or …

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There are two kinds of people in the world:
the first kind uses a 15 minute break to walk down four flights of stairs to eat a protein bar and take three chugs of water before heading back up the four flights of stairs to class, arriving with about 11 minutes of the break left.
the second kind returns late to a crowded quiet class after a 15 minute break carrying a full value meal they intend to eat throughout the next …

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You’re going to roll your eyes when I tell you this, but honesty is just my policy.
I am heading off to class today with not one essay to turn in, but two. Were two assigned? No. Just the one. But gosh darn it if I couldn’t fit all my insightful prose into the one and a half page maximum. So you know what I did? I emailed my teacher and complained that I am such an overachieving kiss-ass that I …

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I have a crush. On a Japanese girl in my night class.
I really try not to do this, but I am the person who treats someone who can’t speak English fluently like a confused five year old. It doesn’t matter that the person could be 16 or 60; I feel like I have to talk extremely slow and extremely loud and keep my eyes freakishly wide and my eyebrows lifted up over my head in order for them to understand …

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