Their Last Names Might Not Be 'Rocks,' But I Still Love Them Like a Family

Today on the way to campus, I had probably one of the most unfashionable car disasters: a flat tire.  Angry and frustrated, I found parking as soon as I could and had to abandon my wounded automobile to make it to class.  Once there, I griped and moaned about the event and classmates offered sympathetic nods.  For the most part, however, I knew I was on my own and had to handle the situation without the help of my parents and ever-helpful older brother. I made the decision to skip my next class (a difficult one, as any obsessive-compulsive perfectionist … Continue reading Their Last Names Might Not Be 'Rocks,' But I Still Love Them Like a Family