10 Things You Actually Learn In College
That you’re essentially paying thousands of dollars to end up with a piece of paper and maybe a job that pays off your debt. Maybe.
That you’re essentially paying thousands of dollars to end up with a piece of paper and maybe a job that pays off your debt. Maybe.
When you’re in your early 20s your love life seems to explode every 20 minutes or so. By the time you’ve reached your thirties, it is every five or ten years.
Like many others, I spent four of my most formative and drunken years in a deeply involved love affair with Boston. In the wake of Monday’s tragedy, I’d like to present you with 10 reasons to appreciate the city that I never really left.
I broke up with people I loved. I fell in love again. I moved. I was unemployed. I was homeless. I cut my hair short.
I’m not crazy, and this idea of us did exist outside of the dusty corners of my mind.
Some of us are brave enough to go visit and sometimes, we come back with more than just a series of pictures and chills down our backs.
Whenever I suggest “Don’t send your kids to college,” a lot of very smart people invariably respond: “Well, what else should they do?” And this amazes me. I guess it’s really hard to figure out what people aged 18-23 should do during the most vibrant, healthy years of their lives when they grow from being a child to an adult.
Decide your “why” for working. If you want to make a lot of money, be willing to potentially sacrifice time, effort, and personal satisfaction.
20. “I can tell those apart who can milk a cow, I mean with their bare hands. Sometimes people can tell by looking at someone, ‘Aha! This must be a drug dealer or this must be a lawyer.’”
We are an amalgam of our best selfies, of the edits, and of the tagged photos we approved. We are someone else entirely, someone more conventionally beautiful.
All of the new products and ideas for getting young girls interested in the STEM fields and out of restrictive gender norms, such as Roominate.
“Hey man, don’t come. I was just going to rob you, but I heard some kids in the background when we were talking on the phone.”
Will he, come September, watch ‘Homeland’ with me on a weekly basis, or at least not prevent me from doing so?
This is how I lovingly describe my current relationship with the United States. The United States is my alcoholic brother. And although I will always love him, I don’t want to be near him at the moment.