When I was in college I remember overhearing a fellow student talk about her plans for spending her junior year studying abroad. She was going to go to France for a semester and planning to get a Eurail pass to … Continue reading
I am a UCSB mom. Make that was. My son went to that school. After his freshman year, he lived in Isla Vista, on one of those streets where the rampage occurred. It was on the main drag, which is also known as the Number One party street in Isla Vista or IV, as the locals call it. Everyone knows about it, even kids who don’t go there.
UCSB is an attractive campus, considered among one of the better state schools. The campus overlooks the Pacific Ocean. Continue reading
Back in the day (Class of 19None-of-Your-Business), I was fortunate enough to attend one of these picky picky picky institutions (I don’t want to name names, but it rhymes with Schmarvard). And just because I’m a Latina, I don’t want you to think I only got in as some politically correct, affirmative action freebie, because I’ll have you know that I got in the old fashioned way: I slept with the Dean of Admissions. (Hey, don’t judge – she was no picnic!) Continue reading
You may have noticed that it’s been eons since I last posted in my Lightning in a Jar series. That I suddenly stopped and left the story in limbo. My story. As with most things, there’s a reason for that. … Continue reading