Though I never really thought about it before, it is true, cell phones provide a way for parents to check up on their kids whenever they choose. For the longest time I had wanted a cell phone, and I had bugged my parents to get me one. Finally, when I got my drivers license, they gave in. At the time I didn't read too much into it. I figured it was probably a reward for passing my test, or supposed to used in an emergency, something like that. As I ventured out on my own, though, I started getting calls from my mom, asking me how I was and where I was. Giving me a cell phone had just been a ploy to keep track of me.
Welcome to 32nd and Chestnut...
This is the blog for 75 or so Drexel students, most of whom are new to college and new to Drexel.
We'll document the strangeness of college life, try to translate our experience for diverse readers, and chronicle what it means to be a college student during these crazy days of economic turmoil and political battle.
That's it for now; I have to go an play Spore.
We'll document the strangeness of college life, try to translate our experience for diverse readers, and chronicle what it means to be a college student during these crazy days of economic turmoil and political battle.
That's it for now; I have to go an play Spore.
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