I just finished "Oil!" by Upton Sinclair and I'm reading "The Sun Also Rises" again by Hemingway. It was one of my favorites in high school, and I haven't read it in a couple years and I want to see if my perspective has changed since i've grown.
this really isnt any sort of advice, but it's kind of a funny story.
my pastor's wife was at a hotel party for someone's birthday or just some sort of party for a friend and things got a little rowdy and someone called in a stripper. she was unaware till he showed up and she almost immediately...
no way. when your HS school gave out credits for skateboarding and got rid of football and cheerleading to have more art and music programs, not to mention it was set up like a college so a year long class would only take a semester (ie english, math etc) why wouldnt you want to go there. And...