College: The Aftermath

Call me unpolished, but my memory often eludes me.  The logic is simple.  Everything I want to remember I forget.  The important is crowded out by the inconsequential.  I can still tell you that Chester A. Arthur owned 86 pairs of pants, a piece of trivia from my 11^th grade US History class, but really, of what value is that to me?  So ultimately, I just wanted a place for an amalgam of memories that I would otherwise forget. 

And so it begins.  Chapter 23. My life, through trial and error.  True Life: I’m a Consultant.