I don’t intend to take this summer for granted.
I came to college towing about three years of anorexia nervosa down Route 29.
Just make sure that you always have something to look forward to in these frigid depths of winter, even if you have to make it up yourself.
You can pretty easily freestyle a love letter to just about anyone.
I’m about to emotionally support you so hard.
Granted, while pride, avarice, sloth and the other by-the-(good)-book sins are best to avoid, all the transgressions listed below are locally sourced University originals.
“Litterers are quitterers.” Those are the words of my third grade crush and he was right.
I will change my name to Trixie and marry an elderly Texas billionaire for that deathbed dime.
My grandmother, unable to speak after her stroke, struggled out three words.
My mom got a call from our elementary school when my sister and I were telling the other kids about Charles Manson.