Two summers ago, I had one of the best nights of college I can recall. My buddy Seamus and I were invited to our friend’s 21st birthday party. And—full disclosure—we were the James Michael Tylers of the cast of Friends. We knew it and our friend knew it. We were the outside crew. But, knowing where we stood, we agreed it could be fun, so why not go?
If society is going to realize how desolate the world would be without nature, people first need to take the time to recognize how diverse and beautiful the world is with nature.
I have a confession to make. There are monsters in my closet. No, not literal monsters—though that would certainly make for a more interesting story—but the kinds that everyone has. Things like misshapen bags on the floor, heavy jackets slouched onto hangers, and piles of shoes on the ground that, with the lights turned off, look like goblins, ghouls, and gremlins.
I never knew that a black dog plushie could make me feel so many things. I was visiting my older sister this past weekend, hoping to catch up and unwind from quite the busy week. While we certainly did all those things and I returned to campus feeling grounded, I was hung up on one…
The musical ‘Fun Home,’ based on Alison Bechdel’s best-selling memoir by the same name, layers moments of consequence with lighter flashbacks to the main character Alison’s childhood.
“No, I didn’t land a big internship with a Big Three or Big Four, nor am I Tom Hanks from Big.”
We are currently nostalgic for the bedtimes of our youth. Luckily, we have some care packages to make our exhaustion, and the vermin, bearable.
Growing up has not been all I expected it to be. Although I don’t necessarily want to return to a time without the privileges I now enjoy, I do feel nostalgia for those earlier, carefree days.
