Goodbyes don’t sit well with me. I’ve never liked them, and never will. When my pet fish Greeny – yes, he was green – died, I silently thanked my mom for flushing him down the toilet before I got home from school because she saved me from a hard goodbye. Read more...
Photo: Hedrick Study may have a fancy reclaimed wood table, but where are the meatball subs? (Alyssa Dorn/Daily Bruin staff)






