Year: 2014

I was rejected today. Or rather, my internship application was politely declined using the most cordial of blandly complimentary fluff. Neurological studies say that the brain processes rejection with the same regions it uses to handle physical pain. Which I guess means I feel a little like the letter punched me in the face. I...

My sophomore year woke me up. Oddly, it had none of the stigma associated with my riotous freshman year. By all appearances, I was thoroughly reformed. I had a second chance to succeed. This was balm to my recently disenchanted soul, primarily because, in performing badly my freshman year, I had failed to hold up a fairly substantial family legacy at Hillsdale College.

I can’t think of any good reason that these card readers don’t work. I assume it’s ignorance, and I call upon those responsible to fix these doors! There’s no great moral hazard and no need to storm the president’s office. This is a small thing, but the small things make a difference.

It took me until my senior year to realize that my mom was right.

Last year, I spent most of my Christmas break alone and in the dark.