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On home

(04/16/15 8:10am)

Moving into my dorm room freshman year, an exceedingly large and overwhelmingly empty double in Wilson, I remember someone—an RA, a FAC or maybe my dad—telling me “welcome home.” And I remember glancing around at the eclectic furniture around me, my family who would soon leave to drive back north to what I had always considered home, and the empty bed that would soon house a girl I had never met, and I wondered what my new home would look like.



Building defense and confidence

(03/19/15 12:41pm)

I grip my fist tight in the palm of my hand, plant my feet shoulder width-apart and whip my elbow around, making firm contact with the shield. I repeat this three times with each elbow before I move on to the next shield, gripping it along the top with both hands and swiftly crushing my knee into its center. I finish with a series of swift kicks, driving the edge of my sneakers into the center with as much force as I can muster.






Kindness, gratitude and holding doors

(01/08/15 1:16pm)

A few weeks back, I was walking past Pegram toward my off-campus house in the pouring rain—my headphones were in and my hood was up, a demeanor that practically screamed, "I am cold, miserable and ready to get the heck home." Out of the corner of my eye, someone stepped outside and held the door for whom I assumed was his friend following behind him. As I walked past the dorm, I saw him let the door swing shut behind him. No one else followed. He was waiting, in the cold miserable rain, for cold miserable me.