by Tricia DeVries
Seven, the number of times I’ve met my hero Poppy Harlow. Fifteen, the amount of years I’ve spent with my perfect husband Tim. Twenty-One, the age I left Columbia and was thrust into the “real world.” Twenty-Two, the age I left the “real world” and jumped back into graduate school. Thirty, this is how many times I’ve been published in Newsweek. Forty-Eight, the number of states I visited in 2006. Although I believed I had concocted the perfect collection of winning numbers, I once again found myself a dollar closer to bankruptcy outside the Mega Millions stand this Thursday evening.
Tricia DeVries is an English major at UCLA and does not have a gambling problem.
Monday, February 22, 2010
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