Being a transfer student and moving away for the first time can be a jarring experience. It also doesn’t help that I’m not very sociable, but I still managed to talk to a couple of people and became...
A Story from a Reformed Racist:
Walking into Jobe Hall on the night of February 27th, I wasn’t sure what I expected other than earning points for my publications class and my education classes. After...
March is known as the most exciting time of the year for college basketball fans, and as one of those fans, I will say it’s true. During this wonderful time of the year, the regular season of college...
“He stayed there all Friday. He stayed there all Saturday. But early, I said early Sunday morning, he got up with all power in his hands.” My pastor ends every sermon the same way every Sunday. At...
College students are rarely able to solely support themselves without taking on one or more part-time jobs between classes. Though college is expected to be a time for students to learn about the world...
The smell of air would be rancid to city folk, but to me it smells like making sweet memories. My old boots slip in the mud as I walk past the arena with my lead rope tight in hand. I hear the announcer...
“Gracie, it’s 20 minutes until practice, and I want to be early. So, go ahead and change into your swimsuit”
“Yay! I almost forgot about that!”
As I enter the humid building,...
Getting lost in Leroy Percy Park while walking a trail was not how I expected to spend one Sunday of my life, but it made for a good bonding experience.
Going to the park was not in the original...
It was Thursday afternoon when I received the dreadful phone call. I was in class at the time, so the lady left a voicemail: “Good morning, this is Elaine. I am calling from the Center For Oral and Facial...
The amount of stress I was accumulating from school, work, and bills was wearing on my mental and emotional stability, and this overly optimistic thinking was causing me to ignore that fact.
Sitting on my bed, legs crossed, and a blank comment for a discussion on Canvas staring laughingly at me, I tap the keys half-heartedly in a rhythm that does not match the beat of the music I’m listening...
“I guess it rains down in Africa” blares through your dreams and jars you back into consciousness. At first you look around thinking you are still sleeping, because why on earth would that song be...
