I should be considered a superhero. No, seriously. I am not even being arrogant when I say that. At nearly 19 years old I realized I give a lot of myself for the benefit of those who need things more than I do. This all started March 2009, during my senior year of high school.
I make movies look like liars. I do not drink, I do not use drugs, illegal or legal, and my sex life is as nonexistent as it can possibly be. Am I upset by this? Not one bit.
When I think about how many cell phones I have had in my life I am reminded of the story “Goldilocks and the Three Bears” minus the porridge. So instead of being almost eaten I ended up with 12 cellular phones, some of which were not even worth the upgrade.
I am not one to get star struck. One of the first things you learn as a reporter is that everyone is equal, some people have different expertise.
During my freshman year at ULV, I found myself using Facebook as a getaway from homework. In the middle of writer’s block, I would use keyboard shortcuts to open my Facebook homepage.
I hate being alone. No, really. Ask my friends, or look at their phones, which probably have 20 unanswered text messages at this very second. Now at 21 years old, I got lonely.
When my parents first told me that we were going to take a family vacation to Mexico City, I got a nervous feeling in the pit of my stomach.
After being asked to apply numerous times, I finally gave in and volunteered 10 days of my cherished summer vacation to be a girls’ camp counselor in July.
For a group that will graduate at the beginning of a new decade, we the class of 2010 need to be known as the class of decision makers. Decisions by graduating men and women who demand answers before it is too late and reject tepid responses to distressing problems. Decisions by intellectuals who realize that […]
Hey Washington, now is your time. No longer do you have to be handcuffed by the players on Wall Street and their big bonuses, high-risk lending and investing or deceptive packages sold to millions of people.