I had yet to take my own unique “requirement” — the class I have promised my dad I would take for the past three years — Intro to Acting.
I shifted back in my seat and popped in my headphones, in the hopes of a little shuteye on the ten-hour train back to Charlottesville.
Making lists is more than a way of organizing myself, it is a cheap form of motivation.
I could pick up a book and go to Spain with Hemingway or East Egg with Fitzgerald.
How working as a waitress has motivated me as a student.
There seems to be a disconnect with the choices students make in the dining hall
