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I don’t know when I became obsessed with thinking about how I use my time, but my guess is it was sometime around my senior year of college. Before then I think I was happy enough to play video games and make late-night runs for burritos. You see, that was the year I became a resident assistant and found myself in a somewhat isolated position: I wasn’t one of the “regular” students because I had some (small) form of authority, and I wasn’t really part of the authority because I was still a student. So began the first of many years of isolation.

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