Voices
Sometimes amidst the chaos of midterms, midnight coffee runs, Darnall delicacies, rainbows of posters tacked to every corner of campus and screaming, intoxicated students hanging perilously from the rooftop of Village A, I ask myself: “What exactly am I doing here?”
I think I know the answer; in fact, I think we all know the answer.
By
the Voice Staff
November 15, 2001