…a bad day is when I lie in bed and think of things that might have been
Sunday, November 18th, 2001Well the leaves have turned color and are threatening to coat the sidewalks, around the corner is what every kid here waits for with anticipation… causing late nights of thinking, asking themselves I wonder how big they will be? What will I get? …Of course I am talking about finals. I am not sure if [...] Read more »
