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
Is this generaton too obsessed with its self-ies?
Some things are not worth committing to, like bangs. Some things are better left as an isolated fling—a brief rendezvous to be reflected upon with rosy retrospection. This newspaper is not one of those things. Every week for years, students have piled into this office
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
Marco Rubio’s boots speak to a larger issue.
Does money make the major? Or, should we follow the age-old advice of “following your dreams”?
Riding on an airplane requires some level of etiquette.
Should we mourn people we don’t really know?
My cat Trudy was thrilled on Monday when the dining room floor of my apartment began to accumulate cardboard boxes. I can’t explain it, but the cat goes crazy for cardboard. Mostly, she just likes being in boxes that she fits neatly inside of, or
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