For anyone who gets to know me, they discover rather quickly that my hips are constantly swaying, my feet are usually tapping, and my arms rarely sit still while music is playing. The editors at the Sentry, perhaps despite their best efforts, have gotten to
If you’d ever like to see what passionate indignation looks like, taunt me with your Valentine’s Day renditions of doubt—that true love doesn’t exist, or that romantic love simply doesn’t last. Even better, if you’d like to experience withstanding happiness and joy, expand your mind
As an anxious person, I’ve found that the best way to evade non-stop panic and stress is through creativity. The past few weeks have been dedicated to a search for a stable imaginative outlet—adult coloring books, reorganization, and nail art have been utilized. However, one
Sometimes as a writing student with a writing job, it can be hard to remember why I signed myself up for so much literary challenge all at once. Every day consists of a new page, a different word count, and another prompt. This week, an
While celebrating the New Year in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico, I picked up a Spanish phrase that strikes my fancy: hasta luego. It translates to “see you later,” and captures my mood as the transition into a new year, semester, and era of this newspaper begins.