“You’ll write?” “Constantly,” Corinne assures me. We hold each other one last time. The day had finally come where college was officially over, and our collective...
May 1993 was the end of the college year, and both me and Corinne knew the last day was fast approaching. Still, I was able to...
We all do things in life we’re not particularly proud of. I clearly have a list a mile long, so here is another one of those...
