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I am the worst collegiate golfer in America.
Woe and naught, this rank I here posit with neither pride nor melancholy nor mirth; rather these are social coordinates on which to ruminate in a dreadful isolation, on which to lie oneself prone, ebb into the continuum, that perhaps a sort of panoptic clarity may yet emerge. 1,840 more words
In a rural community in central Senegal, Katie Richards lived “the quintessential Peace Corps life.”
“My home was a cement hut with a grass roof, no electricity, no running water, and a bunch of fun-loving kids to test my personal boundaries – in the best ways,” Richards said. 606 more words