Note from an Editor: Memories of Me

by Emily Day Until now, I have spent the majority of my life in a classroom. Shocking I know. The truth is, for the average twenty-something, most of their memories are tied to some form of educational institution, whether with friends or family members. Some memories are good, like meeting your best friend or finally mastering all the bones in the body (cause one day you will NEED to know the difference between the radius and the ulna, promise). Other memories are more traumatic, like ...