My thank you to the Duquesne village
Gwendolyn Sobkowiak | staff writer If you knew me freshman year, you might remember my eclectic outfits and my perpetual need to be 15 minutes early to every class. I spent a lot of time haphazardly throwing myself into a myriad of hobbies, interests and tasks. My freshman year was a mixture of exploring my newfound freedoms and finding my limits. As Father Bill once … Continue reading My thank you to the Duquesne village
