Two days in a weekend is never enough of a recovery.

Or maybe just one page worth.

As college students, in between our schedules of work, studying, clubs, working out, and staying alive....we take some time to worry about money.

Ladies and gentlemen, pick up your pencils, open your wallets...

I withdraw my previous complaints about the position I've come to love.

So much work to be done on the Bayou...

It's always better in the Short North, my favorite place in Columbus...

Winding down at the end of a long week is easier said than done...but it's never too late to learn.

When that mess inside the classroom becomes so much more clear on the outside...

The scenes on the Oval 40 years ago caused change that still exists today.

The slap in the face through snail mail to just shut up and go for it...

My new position with the CLC and the overflow of the plate.

The magnificence of Columbus is haunting my decisions....

My full-time job of post-graduation.

A request for freshmen to donate their leftover excitment to those of us in need...

Floods, bugs, and diversity.

The Beginning of The End

Still fighting the nerves of the job after all these years...

A little light required reading before we begin...

The slow, nastaligc, depressing, terrifying process of emptying out my room before I graduate...