Let the numbers game come to an end
One late night in freshman spring, I sat staring at a spreadsheet full of random numbers that apparently described my spending habits and moods that semester. My writing seminar was called “Your Life in Numbers,” and for our Dean’s Date assignment, we had to capture some aspect of our life in numbers. It turns out that retail therapy is real, and that I spent a lot more money on days that I was sad. Albeit, it was mostly on snacks from the U-store, so maybe that makes me more of an emotional eater than spender.