I want the TV stations' vans to leave and I want to go to college again. I want to walk down the second floor hallway of the Allen Building- the one lined with black and white photos and poems in frames- on my way to class, reminded every Tuesday and Thursday of why I'm here. But no, this week it felt like there was some virus floating around in ( Read more... )

I'm tired. But tonight was much-needed: Pictionary and ice cream, Ice Age 2 (we're oh so mature, are we not?) and my first Cookout cheesecake milkshake...I have the world's most incredible friends. Officially.

Awakening was this past weekend (for those of you who don't know, it's our huge CSC retreat every semester)...And after months of leadership meetings and planning and all, it was amazing. Whenever you help plan anything, there are always those little worries, doubts that maybe it won't go as well as you think it will. But it was better...I had an ( Read more... )

It was funny, but she wondered sometimes what it was that changed her the second she walked out of her door, the second she looked at another face or spoke to another set of lips. In the confines of her four poster-covered walls she believed in herself, believed that someday others might believe in her too. And then, with that last cursory ( Read more... )

Spring Break was AMAZING! I didn't realize how much I just needed to get away from everything until I was there, in Florida- with four incredible friends- on the beach and at Disney and so far away from everything that takes over my life when I'm back on campus. It was a week full of discovering Yuting's capacity to say some amazingly-quotable ( Read more... )

Today has been, well, wonderful. In 3 days, I'll be in Florida with four incredible friends (so. unbelievably. excited ( Read more... )

Crazy. It's been crazy these past few weeks- midterms and a lot of papers and the usual CSC/Awakening/quad council/study abroad apps/still have time for my friends (because god knows i'd go crazy without them) thing. And I'm so tired. But if I've proven anything to myself in the last few weeks, it's that the important part of living is not how ( Read more... )

She was a pretend socialite of sorts, enamored with things previously foreign to her: academia and red wine and slinky clothing- usually sale-bought, but hell, who would know ( Read more... )

Some days I don't feel worthy of this place, of the people I sit around tables with and talk to in the halls...I feel like any one of them could do my job better than I could, any one could write a better essay or run a better meeting. And there's always that moment at some time in the bitter morning of the next day when, still in jeans and dress ( Read more... )

When I was little I always felt that I had answers- granted, they weren't always the right ones, but they were there, written in primitive cursive on that special lined paper, and I miss being able to just write down the right answer and get on with it...I almost cried tonight, reading Garcia Marquez by lamplight on a bench next to Cameron and ( Read more... )