Every day, for two years straight, I made the drive from my hometown Hillsborough, New Jersey, to New Brunswick, New Jersey. The drive (5:30 every morning, for rowing practice) wasn’t particularly exhausting. But it was just long enough to give me a deep feeling of satisfaction in that I was a commuting, working, student-athlete grinding to get my bachelor’s degree. Even more satisfying was that I was somehow, if only for a couple of hours a day, beginning to get away from m…
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