New year resolutions are inevitably equated with the excess of America suburbia sprawl: exercise more, weight loss. As I sit in the Lion's Den, a progressive cafe on campus that give me the choice between dark and medium roast, I took a few steps towards my resolution. This resolution is not by choice, as much as it was forced upon me by working a stagnant position in a great company that possess great potentials but will not allow me any. So here I sit, waiting for the for my chance to talk to the dean of my program, drowning in a ocean of Hot Topic hair cuts and Abercrombie polo shirts with the collar inexplicably turned up.

( I have a few hours until my first semester starts... )