The summer before I started my first year at the University of Michigan, my mom told me (warned me?) “Please don’t become a liberal.” At the time, I suppose I considered myself a moderate-conservative Christian. Of course, I was eighteen, and who knows who they are at that age? I knew I was open-minded and wanted to be in a diverse environment, and I wasn’t opposed to the fact I had been accepted to what many considered a school which getting into was difficult.
Off I went from West Michigan to Ann Arbor, and, lo and behold, five years later (yes, five years – don’t judge), I left the University of Michigan proclaiming myself a liberal. I don’t think I More
The Lorix Chronicles 