Making lists is more than a way of organizing myself, it is a cheap form of motivation.
If you’ve been following my past few articles, you may notice that my life has not been extraordinarily “normal” as of late. It’s not everyday you have a stroke.
With hundreds of charities pulling your wallet in different directions, it’s difficult to know how best to donate during the holiday season.
Life takes on an incredible simplicity in the wooded peaks of Virginia.
Plenty of students haven’t demonstrated themselves to be leaders by second-year and that should be OK.
Well, let’s start by how fervently I will defend Taylor Swift.
Rediscovering three short and sweet words on the streets of NYC
Did being a fan of everything mean being a fan of nothing?
I’ve started attaching a moral crusade to my defense of Thanksgiving as the best holiday of all time.
A discussion worth having with yourself and your peers
I have spent the previous five years of my life reminiscing about how horrible middle schoolers were — myself included.
Sometimes you just have to laugh at yourself
There’s a looming sense that my time is limited and I have a lot to accomplish before I move to Europe.
In the time it takes to walk three strides, we exchange a few empty phrases and continue onwards.
The totally humiliating experience of breaking-down in my slippers reminded me that not everything is under my control.
Despite what I may tell others, I am not fine. The shooting at the Pittsburgh synagogue hurt me deeply.
It’s the season where it is a little bit more socially acceptable to play “Monster Mash” on repeat.
I wait for answers, or at least some closure.
Last Wednesday, I made the mistake of scheduling away just about every one of the 24 hours the day held.
Televised political debates may get ugly, but the laundry room gets downright dirty.
