I knew my year on Ed Board was going to be rough.
I’m not sure I knew how rough. I don’t think I envisioned naps in the office or crying on a production night. I don’t think I realized I wouldn’t be capable of putting The Appalachian out of my mind. I don’t think I expected it to have such a negative effect on my outside friendships, and I don’t think I understood the sheer amount of time I was going to spend in Plemmons Student Union 217. Continue reading