Engineering at AltSchool
…looks at you like you just told her to eat shit and like it. It’s a long story, but suffice to say, avoid supervisors who possess the technological skills of a Victorian-era leech collector.
…hese inspirational, soul-touchy-feely experiences just so happened to take place in exotic locales. Before my eyes, the dinner was descending into a privilege orgy of Eat Pray Love proportions.
While the extroverts quickly agreed, I tried to kick the bejeesus out of Sherman’s shinbone, but just ended up flailing my leg under the table like I was having a seizure.