Today was a day rivaled only by the day my dad taught me how to spit properly (the key is in the tongue placement...I think). I drove a total of 150 miles to interview for a position at school with the office of alcohol and drug counseling, assessment and prevention service. The position was one... Continue Reading →
I Am: George Hincapie
I bicycle. The route I usually ride has a large hill at the end. That hill hurts. When I ride up that hill, it takes every ounce of willpower I possess not to get off my bike, sling it over my shoulder, and just hike up the hill to my house. It would probably be harder and more... Continue Reading →
