How to control your own life
Why is it that, on a campus of free, independent, creative minds, we have such a burdened air, a weight on each of our brows that keeps them furrowed in concentration, an iron suit of obligation to put ourselves through hell and back for things we no longer seem to enjoy? We slap our palms to our foreheads, snore over a pile of books, stare mutinously at the director, coach or teacher before us, but do nothing to break free.




