Talking to a stranger was the last thing my introverted brain wanted to do.
It takes an actual village of diverse responders to manage a crisis.
A conversation means more when it’s intentional.
Right off the bat, you feel completely out of place.
In college, Valentine’s day can be whatever you make of it, from the best evening ever to the least significant day of the week.
I love football because in football, believe it or not, the nerds win.
These things have carried me through three years of college, but I didn’t notice how important they are until recently.
I now know that if scenes aren’t made, then nothing will ever be seen.
First, I try to catch up with old friends that I have not seen in far too long. Second — and more commonly — I try to turn acquaintances into friends.
There are lots of things that make life at the University pleasant.
I came to college towing about three years of anorexia nervosa down Route 29.
I immediately buckled under the pressure of the decision and reverted back to what was familiar.
I quickly set out in search of summer work, determined to go out in the world and make the big bucks — or, you know, minimum wage.
First, we realize the impact our home environments made on us. However, that’s only half the battle.
You’ve probably heard that out of all the fears, the fear of rejection is chief among them.
The work I am doing is far from glamorous, but it has given me a taste of what my life in the real world could be.
It is a shame that we have no memory of the experience of learning how to walk.
I will spend the semester in Siena. I will eat delicious food. I will wear much, much tighter clothes.
My grandmother, unable to speak after her stroke, struggled out three words.
Something about staying in the same state, or even on the same coast, just felt too safe.
