Partyin like it’s what?
Last semester wanderings.
With what resentment I have for the idea of being in school, I hate admitting that it’s done more good for me lately than anything else has. A certain momentum builds from the work and routine that ends up fueling some sense of direction for personal efforts. I also wake up having somewhere to be, which actually doesn’t feel as bad as the opposite.
Arts & Humanities Entrance, GSU