College is generally held to be the last enchanted shore of youth. My decrepit 24-year-old body agrees, its ailing joints creaking their own dirge. I haven't revisited these blogs in some time; the public ramblings of
I am what one might call a "professional blogger", or what a liberal arts graduate might call an artiste, or what reality might call "an unemployed college freshman." And the best part of being a prufesssional riter