Melanie Glass

I am not a huge risk-taker. I don’t like roller coasters. Spicy food is not my favorite. Jaywalking is bad. I am traditional. Men...

An excited murmur emanates from room 118 in Humanities Hall. The time is 5:30 p.m. and the meeting has just begun. Among the over 30 people inside room 118 is a Chilean exchange student, a girl whose father performs plastic surgery on children with severely deformed cleft palates, a computer technician and a transfer student. Four students from completely different walks of life all unite for one cause: the children.

My cover letter is written, my resume turned in. I have waited on pins and needles for a week when, at last! The employer calls: “When would you like to come in for an interview?”

Close your eyes. Imagine you are an 8-year-old child in Africa. Imagine living in fear of being taken away from your family by a rebel army. Imagine having friends that have disappeared who you know are now child soldiers and sex slaves. Imagine going to bed at night and wondering if you might be next. Imagine if no one knew.

I have 561 Facebook friends. I might only talk to about 65 of them on a regular basis, maybe as many as 200 if you include miscellaneous birthday wishes. My roommate has 707. In a conversation with one of my guy friends the other day, he lamented having 40 less friends then me, and has since acquired an average of 7 a day. (He feels much better about himself now.) Sadly, I accepted a friend request from my best friend's little sister's babysitter's aunt the other day. Houston, we have a problem. Luckily, Burger King has the answer. It's called the Whopper Sacrifice. Trade 10 of your friends in exchange for a free whopper!