High School clocks crawl. That’s a fact. Perhaps it’s a stepping stone for the real world, where timepieces tend to run. For me, during my school days, the torturous pauses between the ticks were a direct correlation to my hunger… Read More ›
High School clocks crawl. That’s a fact. Perhaps it’s a stepping stone for the real world, where timepieces tend to run. For me, during my school days, the torturous pauses between the ticks were a direct correlation to my hunger… Read More ›