February 28, 2009
When I was younger, in either high school or my freshman year of college, I was always in a hurry. I remember complaining to my dad about a required class that I needed to take. I was annoyed because I thought the class was a waste. I thought it would be a better idea to spend my time taking a class I was interested in, not one that would make me a well-rounded student. I … Read more.