Not so subtly hidden within the word, though, is a smaller one — success. But no one ever asks about a succession plan for “failure.”
I don’t know anyone who starts studying right at nine and stops immediately at five, but apparently that’s the grownup thing to do, right up there with New Year’s resolutions and wine bars.
I’ve always liked flying in airplanes. I can still remember wearing those plastic wings that flight attendants would give me when I was very young.
I am sorry to have to write this article. I want so badly to instead pen my full-throated support for the grassroots movement for equality that is long overdue.
As some of you may remember, I wrote a column a few weeks ago criticizing what I see as the corporatization of higher education, specifically at our University.
I don’t know if a lot of people watch baseball anymore, but they should. Not because I love baseball, but because I think it’s part of cultural literacy.
A few days ago, I walked into the bookstore of our illustrious University to see if they would buy back any of the books I spent so much money on last semester.
