My Pseudo-Family

As I walked into Towers dining hall to grab lunch, I saw a familiar face. There was Lauren Lutz, sitting at one of the tall tables near the entrance. As usual, a tiny corner of the table was reserved for her half eaten plate of food and the rest of the table was covered by textbooks, notebooks, and a laptop. I have trouble concentrating even when I’m not surrounded by a hungry mob of college students, so I’ve never understood why she chooses to work in the least studious... Read More