I have always prided myself on being a pretty rational girl. I don’t cry at the drop of a hat, I try to avoid getting angry for no reason and I have never been the jealous type. Some would say that I am a pretty cool girl to hang around.
It’s 12:30 a.m. and I’m wide awake with my Starbucks grande, non fat white chocolate mocha sitting next to me. My fingers are going a mile minute as I write my breaking story that needs to go into the paper tomorrow.
What is it with college? Is there some unwritten rule that says college students all must become raging alcoholics in order to have the “full” college experience?