One day, glancing at photos on an old dusty, shelf, You’ll see that here you found magic, when you found yourself.
It is a truth widely upheld that a single woman in possession of a sound education must be in search of a husband.
The thing about beaches is that they always get me thinking. After the excitement of sunshine, then sunblock, then sunburns, I reach a point where I start to examine my college life.
I walked into my organic chemistry course freshman year. To the right I saw kids who were already on chapter three of the textbook.
Alex was a pretty cool guy. He liked watching basketball and like me, was a Heat fan. The first time we hung out, we were at a club in South Beach with some friends.
Nothing’s more amusing than watching a stranger’s face as you explain to him or her that you currently live in a tent.
In the final scene of Spike Lee’s 1988 film, “School Daze,” there is an iconic moment when an alarm clock goes off as the two protagonists turn to the camera and tell the audience, “Wake up!”
Becoming a senior feels sort of like watching a petty disagreement between two elderly women erupt into a bar fight. Suddenly you realize: “S#*% just got real.”
Last week I got into a catfight. And it was the proudest moment of my life.
Beauty may be in the eye of the beholder, but in the eye of the camera, it can distort the standard of what it means to be healthy.
