Thoughts on Buckeyes legends, the surging Cavs, and the beauty of the burrito.
I read a really interesting book recently. It wasn't all that well written, but it was very intriguing. It was called "Smashed" and it was the true story of a girl, now in her 20s, and her history with and abuse of alcohol. She was not an alcoholic, never was arrested for a DUI, or put in rehab.
Graduating seniors, here's another piece of unsolicited advice: You're going to be OK, even if your "Plan A" doesn't work out. Six months after graduation, I realized my humbling and torturing Plan A, Teach for America, wasn't a good fit. TFA, the national nonprofit that recruits recent grads to teach in low-income schools, has a great mission, but I joined without doing enough soul-searching to determine if I really was prepared for all of its stresses.
In his January 31 letter, "Professor questions UNICCO Union," Robert Lawson questions the justice of requiring all workers in a company to join a union when a majority of workers vote for it. It's the social logic of requiring all drivers to stop at red lights or people without children in school to pay taxes for schools.
Lent started yesterday. I'll wait patiently while those of you who fear religious banter more than East Main Street at 3 am to run and hide behind a nearby sofa. Those of you who have braved the storm, you'll gladly find that I'm not really going to talk about religion at all.