LETTER: My turn to knock
For the last three years of my college experience, every day looked the same. No big plans, so no big changes. I took 15 credit hours and worked about 30 hours weekly; sometimes multiple jobs to pay the bills. Despite my interest in student organizations, lack of time made it impossible for me to partake. I would register for a club at the beginning of the semester and that would be our only interaction, since their meetings never fit my schedule. Weekends were spent on the fourth floor of Wells Library trying to finish next week’s homework.