Susan is a freshman in Trinity. Her columns run on alternate Fridays.
Love is not a divine act. There will be no higher voice compelling you to a person. Instead, love is a choice.
The music crescendos and suddenly you’re there. You’re standing on a rain-soaked road and the daylight is dead, but you finally feel alive.
You’re doing yourself a disservice by committing to twenty academic pursuits you don’t even like, to reach an impossible standard of success defined by everyone else but you.
When I study for a test, I am not simply being a good student: I’m making good on a promise: a promise that I won’t let the sacrifices of the people who came before me go to waste.
I'm so focused on connecting with the world that the value of understanding myself vanishes in the noise.
Something has made me believe that I’m not allowed to enjoy life if I don’t look good while doing it. And it’s BS.
So, in the next few months, I'm not going to demand from myself that I join 12 labs and save the world, but instead, fall down, get back up and try again.
