Upon waking up on a Sunday morning, I quickly grab my phone and launch Snap Chat and here’s what I find 10/10 times. – Who went to a concert the night before. – Which Fraternity held the best themed party. – What your friends ordered from the college drunk food stop. – People’s locations based on their constant Geo-tagging. – Who decided to go to the bars. – The exact time Becky fell asleep on the toilet. Every Sunday I am not surprised by the drunken snap chat stories I tap through or the 2-hour long inaudible screaming concert clips in which I quickly exit out of. Yet, every single Sunday I am stuck in the same routine of who did what the previous night and devoting a large chunk of my time to watch it all unfold. This is not a rant over of how I have matured and
