Thank God my life counts at Gustavus!
About a month ago, I awoke in a dreary daze to the screeching of my alarm clock, my body unwilling to leave the womb-like covers of my bed. My head throbbed and ached due to an over-consumption of Vault and frost-your-owns the night before. The room reeked of Cheez-its and stale pizza. As I struggled to gain consciousness, I was immediately confronted by the existential … Continue reading Thank God my life counts at Gustavus!