“Are you working somewhere while you’re in school?” Michelle, my partner Hunter’s aunt, asks me. “Yeah. I work for my school’s newspaper,” I respond. Hunter’s mom adds onto the conversation, “She doesn’t just ‘work for the paper,’ she’s the editor of the paper!” “Heh heh,
If anything, this crazy disaster of a summer has taught me some important life lessons: Plans sometimes have to change, money will be lost, everyone dies, and even the most innocent can suffer. I won’t go too much into it, but as you may have
I am a construct of cusps. Born in the space between Aquarius and Pisces, I was given a birth certificate that listed my father as “unknown” even though my mother chose to give me his last name. He was in my life on and off
I’ve always been aesthetically drawn to the singular lowercase “i,” so without much justification, I shut off the settings on my iPhone that forced the subjects of my sentences to stand tall as capitals. It was visually pleasing. Casual. An easy way of distancing myself
There’s a hill somewhere in Denver with a startling nighttime view. As a child, I’d hold my breath as we approached the crest of it, viscerally anticipating the moment when the dark pavement would drop out ahead of our car and give way to the
There are approximately 1.2 billion squirrels in the United States, a number that puts the squirrel-to-human ratio at about 1:4. These numbers likely don’t surprise anyone who’s tried to enjoy a meal in 9th Street Park—a space where squirrels handily assert their dominance with both
Student organizations on campus are entering a period of transition. SGA is preparing itself for a new election cycle, clubs are finalizing nominations for next year’s officers, and the Sentry is actively hiring its 2018-19 editorial team. Even though I was hired as Editor in
Psychologically speaking, it’s easier to dehumanize each other than not. A service industry employee who stands behind a counter is more likely to be treated poorly by customers than an employee whose entire body is visible—fragmentation leads to objectification, the reduction of a complexly lived
As someone who experiences anxiety with a physical regularity that is normally reserved for breathing and blinking, I don’t sleep much on Tuesdays. Producing an issue of the Sentry can keep us in the office as late as 4 a.m., but even after that, words
Over break, I ran out of money while applying to graduate schools and started selling plasma to manage the costs. Once that was done—the application fees and the transcript fees and the postage fees as well as all my other bills—I kept selling, and I