We've all been held hostage by group text messages; I'm currently being updated on my aunt's availability to return something to Chico's with my grandma after her volunteer service at the library. But I kind of like the pain of... Continue Reading →
We’re the class of 2006. We witnessed the invention of Facebook, use Myspace and AIM to stalk people, and think the internet is a totally credible source for research papers. We bike to school listening to ipods, text messaging and drinking... Continue Reading →
