Now that I’m back at school, I have made it my mission to take note of the sneaky passage of time.
Whether talking to a friend, a loved one or a professional, it is so necessary, and human, to need more than you can provide for yourself.
I realized that my firm “control” over life was preventing me from enjoying the beauty of banal, everyday things.
As I grow up, slowly but surely, I am built up by my community — and so are you.
Home is not stagnant, and neither are we.
In an attempt to transition to University life, I found myself saying “yes” to way too many things, which left me feeling detached from my surroundings rather than at home on Grounds.
While grand gestures can't fully describe the weight of love, that doesn't mean love has to be small. Love can, and should, feel heavy.
As I have traversed the ups and downs of self-esteem and reflected on the "Freshman 15” phenomenon, I’ve discovered how freeing it is to live beyond the confinements of body image.
I lived under an imagined spotlight for years, constantly worried about my perceived intellect and physical appearance.
