Stay down Champion, stay down. Let them have your neck.

View.



Bed.



Desk.



Surviving.


I found myself standing in a line this evening waiting for overcooked hamburgers with warm coleslaw. It was terrifying. Looking around and seeing nobody, I made the decision in my head to pick up my food and carry it back to the residence hall to eat in silence.

There was Zach.
And Francesca.
And Kristina.
And Hallie.
And Thomas.
And someone nick-named Cheerios.

Networking is nice.
It makes the 900 miles between us seem only like an inch.