Life as a student tends to occur in a tiny domain, the boundaries of which are often impermeable.
I realized that I had not learned enough about black history before college, so I was very happy to discover that three of my courses this semester would be addressing black history.
I have noticed an overlooked quirk in society and a person that wants to address something: unsportsmanlike conduct.
But now I find myself at 8:00 am on Wednesday looking despondently at the previous day’s quiz on Bernoulli’s equations.
I first heard about Semester at Sea through an old friend’s Instagram account, which is indicative of a whole handful of things, but especially of the heightened globalization of the world.
Sometimes, you have to do things without thinking to numb your brain from creating worst case scenarios for itself.
I have the privilege of coming home to a younger brother who is increasingly inspiring.
We forget that rest is an innate part of ourselves and essential for living life well.
I think selflessness is something we all struggle with, maybe more than we are willing to admit.
I think what I’ve found is that love is not calculated.
Once we find our groove, things become more and more comfortable.
Don’t confine yourself to the hyper-stressful University library system when our little city has so much usable space.
At first glance, the past year seems to have been ridden with havoc and despair.
I’ve always been a big fan of New Year's resolutions.
I am an English major. Why, why, why am I taking French?
Sometimes we all need a few hours of free roller skating in our lives.
The month I turned 17, I killed a goat.
The Lighting of the Lawn is a sixteen-year-old University tradition, meant to promote unity and togetherness in our close-knit community.
Last Monday in an eastbound 737, I looked at, rather than through, the multi-paned airplane window.
I uncovered a family secret over break – my grandmother was married once before she tied the knot with my grandpa.
