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Tori Travers


Love letters

On my desk shelf, wedged between an assortment of books I have not touched since syllabus week and a massive salt rock I impulsively bought at the National Aquarium, I keep a glass box crammed full of love letters.

A gilded experience

Fall at the University is striking. On Tuesday mornings, I walk through the Lawn archway on the West side of the Rotunda heading toward the Music Library.

On prioritizing the learning process

It’s 1:25 a.m. and I am moderately overcome with self-loathing. I’m just starting this article — technically due a few hours ago —because, despite staring at a blank Microsoft document for two hours tonight, I couldn’t come up with a paper topic.

A Cavalier stereotype

I spend more time than I care to admit perusing YouTube in search of valedictory and commencement addresses.

Back to the roots

About a month and a half ago, I was less-than-cozily nestled in seat 34A on a redeye flight bound for London.

Tori Travers explores a graveyard in Scotland at the age of five.

Exploring your own backyard

I was merely unable to think of a weird quirk which would elicit equally entertaining reactions from my fellow breakers-of-the-ice. That is, until now.

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