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(04/07/15 10:36pm)
When I think of words to live by, I think of quotes printed under senior pictures in high school yearbooks — proverbs, inspirational song lyrics and cliché expressions. All too often, these mottos go something like, “Be the change you wish to see in the world,” “YOLO” or “Carpe Diem.”
(03/25/15 2:46am)
When I visited home this past weekend, I spent time examining the dusty, neglected and forgotten trophies lining my bedroom shelves from various sports and hobbies of my past. Scattered among athletic and academic certificates were hundreds of photos of high school memories — lacrosse games, horse shows, homecomings, proms and friends who seem to have fallen off the face of the earth. This is what I had done. This was my life.
(03/04/15 3:12am)
As the gentle ocean tide recedes, the sun blazes down on my skin, incinerating all my worries and giving me the perfect tan. A soothing breeze rolls in as I bury my toes deeper in the sand — thank goodness I’m at the beach.
(02/04/15 5:13am)
In the beginning of the summer of 2001, my family began a journey, moving from from St. Louis, Missouri to Richmond, Virginia. Seven years old, I slumped in the back seat of the family minivan, personal CD player in hand and oversized headphones on. I had just received the funky blue and silver CD player for my birthday, and the only appeal the 13 hour drive offered was the time to listen to “Drops of Jupiter” on repeat.
(12/03/14 1:34am)
It was a frigid Friday night and Littlejohn’s was the only thing on my mind between 2 and 3 a.m. I dragged my friend on an ambitious venture as we braved the bone-chilling wind and walked from our apartments to the Corner.
(11/04/14 10:32pm)
It was Monday around 8 p.m. and I needed a Starbucks pick-me-up to keep me alert and operative for the hours of studying ahead. Craving a change in scenery, I left the library. After ordering my usual venti chai latte and pumpkin muffin, I made my way upstairs to find a table.
(10/26/14 7:39pm)
“When I was 5 years old, my mother always told me that happiness was the key to life. When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wrote down ‘happy.’ They told me I didn’t understand the assignment, and I told them they didn’t understand life.”
(10/08/14 3:38am)
Earlier today, I was listening to my 90s playlist on Spotify — no shame. I started belting out “The Middle” by Jimmy Eat World, a true classic. Next came “One Headlight” by The Wallflowers. While jamming out to my imaginary concert for one, I discovered some of my favorite songs have a common theme: the middle. So simple, yet profound. I began to ask myself: What makes the middle so special?
(09/25/14 5:31am)
I gaze into the majestic evening horizon from the top of the Empire State building. Biting my lip, I peer down at the thousands of feet beneath me. The crowd of millions is an ocean below, and the shouts and chants only buzz like a fly in my ear. I swallow my fear and shake it off; the entire world is rooting for me.