When it comes right down to it, isn’t sleep more important than a 4.0?

I was not a straight A student. But I wanted to be—well, sort of. To my parent’s dismay, my 2.90 high school GPA proved I didn’t actually want to be bad enough to be … but hey, I wasn’t much really the studious type. I wasn’t a stoner either, but although I never skipped class I also rarely brought a…

Red Mustangs and ET …

It was 1988. I was a peon. A struggling college student without a care in the world – really, no cares. Not a one. Heck I used to think that if I still had checks, then consequently there must still be money in my bank account – right? I’d stroll around campus – on sunny…