So I'm taking a break from writing my last feminist paper, perhaps the last one in my life, but you never know. I admit I didn't know very much about feminism before I took a class in it. I imagined that most feminists were, in fact, middle-aged, unhappy women who had been scorned so many times that their jaded outlook on life and men propelled ( Read more... )

I found myself thinking about my life today. I do this quite often, but today I decided to write down the jumbled thoughts in my head, in hopes of straightening them out a bit. I am 20 years old and about to start my junior year of college. I'm immensely excited about the possibility of it all. When you're twenty, I think, you have this way of ( Read more... )

Well it is now nearing the end of my sophomore year of college. The whole process is extremely exciting and scary all at the same time. I can't believe that two years have come and gone so quickly and I worry that the next two will go by just as fast. Despite this fear, I am excited about being one step closer to "the real world" (or perhaps I'm ( Read more... )