There’s a life outside of our screens, however, and if we all look up at the same moment, we might catch one another’s eye and catch onto a life much greater than what we’re living now.
My biggest worry now is getting coronavirus and a few days ago, it almost came true.
Hope presents itself as one of the few certainties here. We can hold onto hope — hope for a desired outcome, hope for a better future and minimize this election anxiety together.
For too long I thought that the only way to be productive was to stay locked up in my room with my laptop and never leave.
If all we are able to do is our best, then there’s nothing more to do.
The burnt piece of parchment paper is now displayed in the kitchen, taped to the fridge— a reminder of the inevitable mistakes that we will make.
My emotions after I learned I’d be a Life Columnist for the fall semester can be described in three words — surprise, happiness and terror.
It is a tale as old as time — Black women being spoken over and spoken for — and one that extends far beyond politics, I might add.
We are less than a month away from the official November 3 Election Day, and it is nearly impossible to avoid that fact wherever you go.
I can demonstrate that even though my name sounds as foreign as another Latina girl, I receive better treatment just because my skin is lighter, which is not OK at all.
Over time, I have developed a fond appreciation for my friendships and the sense of community that has only grown during my time at the University, and I doubt that will change.
After falling into a rabbit hole of YouTube videos about One Direction, I quickly developed a deep admiration for the band and the industry it belonged to.
Having sports has not only kept me entertained during this time but has also kept me focused on living life to its fullest extent, even if that extent may be limited.
I love to write. There is just something about the act of physically stringing together letters that become words, sentences, stories — I find it fascinating.
Second year meant actually feeling like a nursing student — from receiving our engraved stethoscopes to wearing scrubs while going to clinical labs.
Running can function as an escape from the realities of the pandemic, but it’s important to remember that some realities, such as wearing a mask, are still difficult to avoid.
Life as of late has been completely crazy, but it's the little moments that I must choose to make the most of, as I try with all of my might to always find the bright side of things.
It’s atypical to have everything figured out by the end of first year anyway, and this is the first time that we’re trying to figure anything out during a pandemic.
After weeks upon weeks of social distancing, staying indoors and taking necessary safety precautions, I think every person alive has come to the same, nagging question — what am I supposed to do now?
With social distancing, we aren’t able to hug those people, and that is a difficult reality. If I — as a hug hater — think that, I can’t imagine how people who are huggers are feeling.
