Congratulations to The Daily Aztec 2012 graduating staff members! We will miss you!
My father’s my hero. He’s survived a whole lot worse tragedies than you or me, and yet I’ve never seen him cry in my life.
East Commons, you are a place we all know and (come noon, when we realize we forgot to eat earlier that morning) love.
“What time is it Marshall?” It’s half past two. “How cold?” It’s cold enough. “Is he still out there Marshall?” I reckon he’s watching us right now, Davey.
I think it all started when I was 9 and in Purple Ballet at Bobbie’s School of Dance.
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