As the summer came to a close, I began mentally preparing myself for the hardships Junior year was sure to bring me.
But I could never prepare myself for the unthinkable.
Let's see if you can sympathize. I wake up Saturday and open my window to perfect overcast skies, 60-70 degree weather (perfect flannel weather), the air is dry and there is a slight breeze.
And I am not on a rock.
Why aren't I on a rock?
1. I don't have a license.
2. I am busier than I have ever been.
3. None of the excuses seem good enough for me.
I don't want to talk about it.
-WB
