This is a story about college life.  Maybe not your college experience, but mine.

Freshman year was spent housed in a building called C-section.  It’s just now dawned on me, that’s a term for a method of childbirth, but this enclosure was more of a prison building, made of cinder block and steel doors, painted in an ugly, drab, blue-green shade of industrial paint. Continue reading I Stole a Hamster One Day →