I confess that this isn't a real confession. How much does student workers for the Lion's Roar get paid?

#7203 Where do you find the electives that are avaible to take on leonet?

#7122 I confess that I finally spoke to the girl I've been crushing on in my 8am, my heart is still racing. Hope this is a sign of good things to come, and that I didn't creep her out.

#7202 I confess one of the tutors in the math lab, I want to say he is Nepalese, has horrible body odor!

#7118 So. I found out yesterday that I have a stage 1 tumor in my left lung.
Wow.
Nothing will slap you over the head and wake you up to reality like being told "You have lung cancer."
Yes, I am a smoker.
No, I probably won't quit smoking, because at this point, we're already down the rabbit hole, aren't we?
This is going to be difficult. I'm not even sure what I want to say here. I'm just rambling on and seeing what comes out.
But when I was driving away from Ochsner yesterday, I was freezing cold and my heater wasn't working. And then it dawned on me.
Someday, whether it's sooner or later (and there's a chance it might be sooner)... I won't feel the cold anymore. Or heat. Or the softness of my favorite sweater. Or how uncomfortable those shoes are (but God do they look fantastic!).
I won't hear the cardinals sing anymore.
I won't skip class anymore. I won't have classes to skip.
I won't be battling depression anymore. I won't feel miserable. But I also won't feel the overwhelming joy that is spending time with my boyfriend, or going to Disney World, or that first drag of the first cigarette of the day, or watching Fight Club.
I won't be able to watch Fight Club anymore.
Shit, I won't be able to watch Fight Club anymore.
So many little things that will someday be gone. And my time may be a lot sooner than I expected.
I say all of this, to tell you this much: we spend so much time worrying about what will happen to us when we're dead and gone -- and one day, it will happen, you won't exist, I won't exist, your nephew won't exist, your cat, your snail, the homeless person who sleeps on a bench down the street -- we'll all be gone. No one knows what happens next, if anything. Sure, there are different theories. I am not a religious person. I don't care if you are or not. Your beliefs are your choice and your business. But people:
We're so caught up in what will happen next, we don't think about what's happening now.
And we need to appreciate it.
So today, it's freezing cold. It's windy, it's drizzling, and I can't feel my toes. And I couldn't be more grateful.
Appreciate your life as it is right now -- the good, the bad, and everything in between -- because someday it's all going to be gone.
Listen to the cardinals sing while you can.

"Q"- Yeaaah, so, stage 1 is still isolated to one part of the body and can be surgically removed. You won't be down the rabbit hole unless you do something stupid like keep smoking, not get it removed, and wait to die because it sounds more poetic. Sorry if that kind of undermines your whole message.

#7201 I confess that I'm still trying to figure out the song Luke Bryan and the girl in "Play It Again" Is so I can listen to it too.

#7120 Not really a confession but I'm trying to be helpful. Someone's newer apple earbuds fell out of their car this morning in the new circle lot by the union. I left them where they were by the white silverado if you want to claim them

#7119 I confess that every time someone comments on someone else's confession I stalk their fb profile.