Who sleeps? I hear it's over-rated. And to be honest, dear readers, I must support spending vast amounts of time awake because this semester, I have no choice.
In high school, they [being the ominous high school community] warn you that junior year will be hell. In college, they do not. I can't help but wonder why. Graduate school applications are far more daunting than undergraduate; yet, nobody thought it would be a good idea to warn me about it. I would rather be riding a motorcycle around a spherical cage with a tiger in the middle than tackle my work this semester.....well, maybe not.
It is my fervent hope that you'll experience a semester of rainbow and butterflies to contrast my inevitable death-via-overinvolvement. But if, by chance, you find yourself in the same sinking ship that I'm sailing, let us coast along in topsiders sipping martinis as we slip away into the depths of the collegiate ocean.
So long for now, dear readers. I have a date with a caged tiger.
