I vividly remember my first day of college. I swaggered into the musty composition classroom, winked at the cute brunette that I had met at orientation, and traipsed to the filthy seat in the back row. I plopped down into my chair and kicked off my flip-flops. As I...
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- Special reflections from Anne Snyder