Why the number of years here means nothing I feel like a freshman: I don’t know what time the Caf opens or closes or switches over for lunch. I don’t know when the shuttle runs (but I’m always too late for it anyway). I am putting off getting my convo credit like a boss. I don’t know anyone. Even though I am technically going on my fourth year on this blessed … [Read more...] about Nam Knows Best: Re-Run