I swear that I’m a good driver. I stop at red lights. I use my turn signal. Every accident I’ve been in has never been found to be my fault. That said...

The dynamics of magnets have never captured my attention, except during one middle school science test. I can’t remember Bill Nye’s explanation of mag...

The first week of classes is a little like the first week of January. I’m extra nice to everyone, striving for 10,000 steps a day, and trying not to e...

Every day, middle school me spent hours practicing tennis alone against a backboard, with only my imagination to keep me company. At the time, all I f...

I feel most like myself when I’m walking across campus at 2:00 a.m. on a Monday, when Gasson’s bells stop chiming, the buses stop huffing and puffing ...

You are wonderful. And I'm going to prove it to you. You, yes you, are wonderful and infinitely valuable. If you just read those words and thought, “N...

I have a LinkedIn, and it feels apocalyptic. For those who don’t know, LinkedIn is the social networking website for professional development. Unlike ...

If I had to pick a favorite month of the year, December would take the cake. It’s not exactly a controversial take. By Dec. 1 (or earlier for some of ...

At the beginning of the school year, I felt lost. I needed to completely rearrange my classes, apply to jobs I was uncertain about, rediscover my plac...

“Who decides what comfort is, anyway?” I find myself asking this when one of the students from Upper makes fun of my current living situation.