There was a month called August
On any given Thursday night exactly a month ago from tonight, I entered the hallowed halls of USP college not knowing much and left feeling fairly unentertained by what I found to be a pretentious dinner. Come next week I would have spent one month in university; how different things have turned out, not just from my grandiose plans made in the hazy days of 2008, but from that aforementioned night- be it 3 years or just a first month on, I’m slowly feeling like this year could warrant a post. As it has been in the past, experiences are made up of the people in them; I’m privileged to have met some in whom I find joy in investing myself. I look forward to when it is September(:
