Ah, I haven't the time to write, but the inspiration is here. I'm listing what I can remember of my Berea life thus far, and, someday, I'll return to write about each.

Freshman year 2005-06  - hated college.
Life was, well, miserable.
I was walked over, passed over,  but I didn't know any better.
My first roommate was manipulative,
I didn't have many ( Read more... )