Follow these four lessons from my grammas to make your life — at college and beyond — as deeply gratifying as theirs have been.
I realized that my firm “control” over life was preventing me from enjoying the beauty of banal, everyday things.
The community at La Maison Française is what makes the experience so special.
As I grow up, slowly but surely, I am built up by my community — and so are you.
My newfound understanding that ordinary things can be extraordinary has given me an eye for life’s little treasures.
My summer experience taught me that figuring out what you want to do in a career is not a 100-meter sprint but a marathon.
I am no longer rushing along this path — I am walking it and appreciating the milestones I have experienced along the way.
After living here for 10 weeks, I’m starting to think small towns aren't as bad as the angsty 16-year-old me made them out to be.
I can now confidently sit on the Rotunda steps on a quiet summer morning and feel a genuine sense of joy.
Go corral some friends, make your way to a ballpark and experience America's pastime, just as millions do every year.
I have learned to see my college graduation not as a way to make up for the past but as an event worth celebrating on its own.
Turns out, it took attending one of the most prestigious universities in the world for me to realize there's more to life than studying.
In an attempt to transition to University life, I found myself saying “yes” to way too many things, which left me feeling detached from my surroundings rather than at home on Grounds.
Despite our different temperaments, my mother and I understand each other perfectly through the language of food.
Cleaning out my closet has become more than a seasonal comfort — it has also taught me that I should not rely on school or social media for fulfillment and peace.
As I have traversed the ups and downs of self-esteem and reflected on the "Freshman 15” phenomenon, I’ve discovered how freeing it is to live beyond the confinements of body image.
No matter what changes in my life — with school, my friends or my love life — my daily stop at Bodo’s is one constant, always providing me comfort, joy and, of course, bagels.
After we truly ended things, I did not jump right back into the dating game and find true love, nor did I become a self care queen who takes herself out on fancy dates.
I lived under an imagined spotlight for years, constantly worried about my perceived intellect and physical appearance.
Changing my hairstyle allowed me to reconnect with a version of myself who was carefree and always looking for the next adventure.
