I’ve always been well acquainted with boredom. When I was younger, my boredom fueled my imagination as I turned my uncle’s feather duster into a balle...
If you had asked me a year ago to define what home meant to me, I would tell you it was the winding back roads that I spent endless hours driving down...
When you’re a freshman, everything is new, everything is exciting, and everything is a little bit scary. The laundry room is overwhelming. Canvas is c...
I have always been an extremist. In my opinions, beliefs, and actions, I have long thought that it’s all or nothing. I can’t semi-like brussels sprout...