Syllabus: November (know your roots)

I shouldn't even have to do this, but...

Remember those mixtapes (or for those of you under the age of 20, mix CDs) you used to spend endless time procrastinating your trig homework to make for someone you felt so madly [insert your emotion here] about and all you wanted to do was figure out whether that Cheap Trick song you love would be something he/she would dig as well?

Remember all of those family car/plane/train rides to some relative's home where you couldn't stand one more minute of the silence or AM talk radio or cabin pressure?

Recall those moments at work when you considered how that tie and khakis are not truly the best representation of who you really want to project yourself to be?

Remember weekends with nothing to really do but figuring out that anything would be better than another night of watching other people have fun?

Remember?

Remember.

Godspeed!