I was having one of those “I-don’t-know-what-I-am-doing-with-my-life” kind of moments a few months ago. Except this time, it didn’t last a moment. I wasn’t depressed by any means; I was simply frustrated with the routine of my life.
Back in the old days (I’m talking about fifth grade) on April Fools, my prank was “The Prank” of all pranksters. During break, I would steal my friends’ brown sack lunches from their colorful cubbies.
I am one of the many commuters at UC Irvine. Every day, I walk, or sometimes run, to the bus stop in order to get to campus on time. I live at home with my family and find it convenient because they do not make me pay rent; all of my utility bills are covered, I have my own room and my mom makes amazing home-cooked meals for me.
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