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.
While some students are well-rehearsed and used to these enormous lectures, I’ve just begun to familiarize myself.
We are a generation fiercely dedicated to the notion that we are unique. So why do we cling to the Myers-Brigg where our personality is reduced to a category?
Aside from the more typical advice that I could give you but fail to really follow myself, have responsible fun and put school before anything else.
Struggling against the current, I got glimpses of my travel buddy John being absorbed into a rapidly forming crowd, amassed to watch what had now become somewhat of a public spectacle.
I’d be really pushing it if I wrote an entire article about table salt that was meant to be used as table salt.
An awkward pause is like a cold — you can feel it before it comes, and you try everything in your power to skip over it by searching madly for a way out.
As a college student, my meals usually consist of warming up pre-made meals.
Where else can you find a school where students wake up at dawn, drink mimosas and watch guys in black robes place a wreath on their founder’s statue?
I’m not too picky about which one you’re in as long as it’s secret. And societal.
The scariest part about my annoyance for these shenanigans is that I guess it means I’m growing up now.
Think about how many times you’ve talked to someone for too long because neither of you wanted to be say goodbye first.
Higher or Lower is one of the noblest Jumbotron games a person can play.
It made me feel horrible to have to grade and rank people I barely knew.
Just stick with it and give it time.
Though travel forces us to sacrifice time with friends and family, it inserts us into a global community.
Every year in January there is a sudden frenzy where everybody you know simultaneously decides that they are going to improve themselves.
I’ve come to accept that certain things aren’t going to fit into our lives as we enter new chapters.
I originally had different plans for my Christmas vacation than serving on a jury for a criminal case.
