My nights as a first-year undergraduate were a special kind of hell, and I blame my parents entirely for that nonsense. Their logic was that a proper job would scatter my brain and ruin my grades. So instead of making real money, I was stuck...
My nights as a first-year undergraduate were a special kind of hell, and I blame my parents entirely for that nonsense. Their logic was that a proper job would scatter my brain and ruin my grades. So instead of making real money, I was stuck...