: About Me

Last November, when my roommates began talking about Spring Break, squealing excitedly as they added to their growing list of people who were going to Acapulco, Mexico, with them, I conjured up the sad image of my bank statement in my head. Try as I might, I could not think of a single way to augment the lone $75 that I knew resided there, especially with the way my parents had been regarding my spending lately. Jealously, I watched my friends plan and shop, adding bikinis and corkscrews to their lists of essentials. I shoved my own red bathing suit to the back of my closet, forlornly, rea...