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Perry, my inchworm friend
By Bryan Somaiah | April 18, 2014Today, I made a new friend.
Today, I made a new friend.
When one considers the brevity of humanity’s existence within the Earth’s lifespan, it really hasn’t been very long since we discovered fire and used leaves as toilet paper.
If there ever was a time that I would consider myself a full-time student, it would be this semester.
For those of you who have had the pleasure of knowing me, you might agree that I’m not the most excitable person on the planet.
Last Friday was a day I spent loving to hate my life—pretty ironic for a Valentine’s Day.
“Only a life lived for others is a life worthwhile.”
So, my fellow Dukies, promise me that you’ll leave no page unturned—it could be the one that opens up the next great chapter in your life.
While this semester may very well be the hardest I’ve worked in my life, my current grades can hardly speak on my behalf.
On Sept. 20, 1994, baby Bryan burst onto the scene into the world of consciousness and earthly delights.
Duke is hard. Like, really hard. And as my pre-med aspirations grow closer to extinction, I’m still fighting to keep the dream alive.