“Tonight, let’s go to Clem.” “Ew, why? Let’s go to Alderman.” This conversation comes up often when my friends and I decide on a place to study.
This past semester, I have heard dozens of professors tell tales of numerous major changes and multiple gap years before deciding to get into research or pursuing advanced degrees.
Something bizarre happened to me the other day: I received personalized career advice from not one, but two of my instructors.
While the feeling of being alone in a crowd seems cliché, there are times when it is very much a reality.
My morning crankiness left me hoping with every fiber of my being that this man wouldn’t turn around to address me.
It may have started as a joke, but there was nothing funny about President Teresa Sullivan walking through the door of our apartment.
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.
