Dalit Yadegaran
“Why Do You Do What You Do?” I ask myself as I head out of my Arts and Architecture 10 class at UCLA, and head into the frenzy of fast paced college students, swarming about campus at noon.
No, I can’t say my alarm clock.
Too simple.
My
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