After this week, there will be two weeks left in this semester, and for me, my last semester with some of my favorite professors. Fittingly, with Thanksgiving right around the corner, I have decided to dedicate this column to my English professors and how thankful
This semester has been one of the most challenging semesters of my college career thus far and it has made it very hard for me to be appreciative and proud of what I have and accomplished because it seems there are external forces of nature
For the next four days I will be in Washington D.C. attending the annual Associated Collegiate Press Conference (ACP). To say the least, the ACP is an amazing opportunity that I am so grateful to attend and be a part of amongst my Sentry colleagues,
The following story occurred the night of Oct. 12: I decided to brush aside the negative connotations associated with Joker when I decided to see it with a group of friends late at night. This isn’t a story about Joker but I will say this:
There’s nothing that messes with your perception of time more than a microwave. Perhaps this is just me but two minutes waiting for a bag of popcorn consists of a whole trip to the laundry room AND folding my clothes only to find out I
I redact everything I said about two weeks ago about using my hair as a restorative and healing process—that was bullshit. I’m too impatient and couldn’t handle the blonde anymore (I cringed every time I stepped into the sun because it shined so bright it brought
It was about a week ago I found myself in my usual routine to class. It was on the way that I saw a woman sat at a desk, crying. Her phone was in her hand as she nodded to the screen, wiping the tears
I’ve decided to dedicate my column this week to my hair. Granted, if you’re reading this issue in print you probably can’t discern the fact that my hair is half blonde but for the sake of this column, I’m telling you now: the front half
I entered this world on Sunday, Sept. 5, 1999 at 2:08 p.m. And by the time you read this column, it will be approximately 26 hours before I officially celebrate turning 20 years old. If you asked pubescent Jaleesia what she would be doing at 20
My headshot for my column this year looks like a mug shot, and if that’s any consolation for how this year is going to go, take it only as a good sign. Why, you might ask? Well, first let’s go back to what the purpose