During the past few months, I’ve committed myself to a deep cleansing sabbatical of philosophical purification. Suddenly, all of my answers were questioned last week when I learned about the try-outs. I felt I needed to try out and begin my career as a journalist at the Collegian. September, whatever Thursday’s date was last week, at approximately 5:14 p.m, I began to prepare for my try-out. But I didn’t get that interview and I woke up into a nightmare. I didn’t make the cut. That’s when Onward State came to me. At my weakest moment of complete despair, they found a place for me. Sure, I had to re-agree to some ridiculous terms, like deadlines and participating, but they welcomed me with open arms. I shred myself of my Frat-tire, put on a dirty Pacsun v-neck, smoked a Marlboro red and entered the realm of my people.