Like a typical college student, I’m on a budget. While I enjoy treating myself to a real, non–dining hall meal or a new pair of sandals from Zappos every once in a while, the fact is that gold is not raining down on me.
It’s happened to the best of us. You spend the evening chatting it up with someone in your hall/suite/living unit and end with that fateful question: “Hey, what time do you have class tomorrow?” The other person answers: “10 a.m.” You obviously start at 10 and pose the question: “Hey, wanna walk over together?” The person nods excitedly and your plan is set.
Stop right there.
That was a terrible idea.
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It was 2 a.m. when I got off the plane in Kolkata, India, and immediately I noticed two things: the heat, which was almost suffocating, and the condition of the airport, which consisted of only two gates.
Do these overheards make our ass look big? Just be honest. Highbrow ate way too many fried Oreos at Fling and now we don’t even fit into our page anymore.