tarat
I would love to refuse to pay for something that I will not get anything out of, something that as a consumer I have been nothing but disappointed with. However, a liberal arts degree does not work like a car. When nothing comes of its ownership, you can not take it back.
The chain link fence was decorated with my father's Christmas lights. My mother had complained to my father saying that he didn't love her because he had not put up the Christmas lights yet. He spelled F***K you in the chain link fence with the Christmas lights.
Half? What is half? Is half good enough? When is half ever good enough. You have half a cookie. Darn it. I didn't want my sister to have the other half. I never wanted to share MY half. But, what if half wasn't a thing? What if it was a feeling? Half of grief. Half of turmoil? Half the depression?