It’s hard to put an entire chapter of your life into one snapshot. For the sake of this farewell column, my time at UNLV essentially begins with the Oct. 1 tragedy and ends with the coronavirus pandemic.
Here is where I detail everything in-between, including suffering a torn achilles.
But what if I told you tearing my achilles was the best thing that could’ve happened to me?
Let me explain…
My dad always told me, “No one cares about the excuses, make it happen,” so that’s what I did.
- Moving Out
I silently applied to UNLV on Thanksgiving of 2016 before making my announcement on March 12 the following year.