Let college be a great experience
The past few weeks, I’ve been a water works. As an emotional chick that grew up in a house that encouraged crying for therapy, I’ve had to come to terms with the fact that because I cry at the drop of a hat, I will never be an ideal mascara consumer. So what’s the big deal, you ask? The big deal is that in about two weeks, I’ll be walking across the steps of the Oviatt library, my black gown billowing behind my rapid pace.
