I wish that someone would have warned me back when I was an undergraduate, working 100 hours a week at a newspaper internship, and writing a 125-page honors thesis, that it might all catch up to me one day, and a lot sooner than I was expecting.
I also wish that someone would have told me that by setting the bar so high for myself, I was doomed to failure if I ever couldn't live up to the expectations I had set for myself. And I believe that one of the reasons why my graduate school...
