After a drizzly Saturday, a chilly mist hangs over Mentor. At two in the morning, I can hear the erratic drip of rain on the roof occassionally distracts me from my insomniacal broodings. Did I pick the wrong major? Would the better option have been to study English and writing? Can I not be just as concerned with ethics and justice in another setting?
Posted by Mendon at September 3, 2006 2:05 AMWrite.
Posted by: Rae at September 5, 2006 7:20 AM