April holds a special place in my heart, as these first few days mark the start of six months full of triumph, challenge, heartbreak and victory.
“Gooch-Dillard? What is that?” I exclaimed, having just received my first-year housing assignment.
I’ve always felt qualms after enjoying a barbeque sandwich or a hamburger, but managed to suppress that guilt because of the pure joy I experienced each time I ate one.
As we were sitting at Easter brunch, a friend of mine recounted how her family had recently grilled her about her future. Given that she has had a job since the beginning of the school year, this surprised me.
I must be watching too many movies. Or reading too many books. You listen to enough stories, and after a while you start to think life works similarly to the stories you’ve been listening to.
I am awkward. So, when I approached Madison in the Newcomb dining hall, I was horribly awkward. “Hi, can I sit with you?” I asked.
I can’t forget the simultaneous power and frustration I felt over my stockpiles of Plus Dollars, resulting in a continual catch-22 of needing to get rid of them but not wanting to consume the extra gummy worms.
We all have a few favorite fictional worlds. While I prefer to repeatedly stroll the streets of Star’s Hollow with Lorelai and Rory, my mother would rather follow the students of Hogwarts around the corridors of the castle.
Here’s to hoping a therapist can answer why we must put in so much effort to find work for little-to-no pay during a time that is supposed to be our break.
My family lives approximately 9,746 miles away from me, yet my parents have this magical way of making me feel loved over the oceans and continents standing between us.
Both the game and my knee took a very wrong turn, and half of the valiant, and still winless, Cheesemakers found themselves sitting in the emergency room.
Normally, having options and a back up plan seems like a good idea. By what kind of logic could this things be detrimental?
“Excuse me,” said a voice beside me. I quickly tore my eyes away from the glass case full of sweets and saw a middle-aged man had appeared next to me.
When I told my mom about my plan on the phone, she laughed quietly and implied that the idea of me sitting still for more than 30 seconds is a bit of a pipe dream.
This Friday morning, I finally did it. I got the #1 ticket at Bodo’s.
A miniature valley behind a ridge, opened upon my path a few hundred feet from the campsite. I strolled in, sat among the rocks and melted away into my surroundings.
I met Zachary in a two-location chain restaurant in San Juan during a spring break backpacking adventure.
With social media’s popularity soaring at the height of our college years, it’s hard not to wonder if our motives for doing things aren’t only to post an Instagram or Snapchat story
I was stuck in limbo and didn’t feel I had enough experience to make up my mind about this school.
