Questions linger on the tip of my tongue that I’m unwilling to ask for fear of hearing the wrong answer. It’s something I want so much and so willing to work towards, but I detest disappointment and sorrow. The question I ask to my self: Is it better to know
This week drags on without end. It’s the day after Thanksgiving, and it doesn’t even feel as if the holiday season started. The source of my contention lies in the fact that I didn’t cook a turkey, had to work yesterday, and my family is 1200 miles away. If any
Two days ago the drama ended. I took the GRE and am happy with the unconfirmed results. Amazingly, the practice tests that I took were an excellent indicator of my actual score. Now it’s application and financial aid time which is the hard part of the entire process. It’s also
I didn’t vote for Bush the first time, and I most certainly didn’t vote for him this time around. Don’t blame me when the country becomes more divided and feudal in the next four years…
Tonight I sit in front of this wonderous piece of technology without knowing about what I’m about to write. I feel the need to write and communicate, but all of the “good” thoughts my mind created this morning flew the coop when I left for work. I believe my profession