The Latinx PMP was founded in 1999 by former Assistant Dean Pablo Davis as an organization under the umbrella of Multicultural Student Services.
I never claimed these ideas would make the game better — only more interesting.
Over my time in college, I’ve realized the “worse” my outfit, hair or makeup, the more fun I have.
I hope a book from this list will help you recognize any changes in your own life thus far and, concurrently, help you find new ways to achieve personal growth.
Hopefully, the rest of the semester is significantly better than what we left with.
While an obsession with stickers may seem childish, it is very real among us “young adults.”
Making sourdough has taught me a lot about patience and about investing time in something you love to do.
When you need it most, look for the neon green, and a scooter will be there waiting for you.
I’m sure for every person who stops and listens to my music, there are another two walking by who have to push in their headphones to be able to hear Drake over me — but that’s okay.
We all know that one barista — the one that makes coffee like it’s an art form – the one that sticks in your brain as you exit the cafe, latte in hand, wondering who exactly they are and what makes them tick.
From morning classes to the dining halls, every semester thousands of University students hop on and off the bus — and a select few happen to drive them.
Some may argue no Thursday is complete without Trin, but I will disagree — no Thursday is complete without pasta.
Whether you and your friends just couldn’t decide between Cancun or the Bahamas or you spent too much money on Roots this year to scrape together enough travel funds, you’ve decided to go home — there’s no shame in that!
Wherever you’re venturing off to this spring break, there are sure to be some staple foods you must try.
Though it is definitely not an every weekend venue, I will certainly returning when I have an occasion to celebrate.
College is essentially like being chased by a wild animal.
It had been a while since I actively felt homesick for Kenya. So when I started tearing up the other day after hearing “Africa,” by Toto, I was a bit surprised.
Every moment that was once vacant, silent became filled with recordings of political discourse or discussion of current events.
It didn’t matter that I was drained — skiing with friends that day is still one of the best memories I have made thus far in my second semester of college.
For me, the true differences between the North and South are differences in attitude and how people go about their day.
