The End of Spring Semester

This morning I woke up, pushed aside my curtains and opened my window, and watched five straight hours of Netflix, only breaking for a breakfast of clam chowder and a lunch of banana pancakes. Yes, you read that right. Today's agenda: 1. Get out of bed 2. Take a shower 3. Put on clean PJs Summer…

The Only Resolution I’ve Ever Kept

As a sophomore in high school, English class was one of my favorites, but I disliked most of our reading assignments. I found The Odyssey extremely slow and A Tale of Two Cities wasn’t easy to relate to. After a few failed reading quizzes, I realized I couldn’t breeze through the class like I had the year before. So…

Since Returning Home

I arrived back home for winter break on Saturday night. Since then, a lot has happened. Simultaneously nothing has happened. That’s just how home is. The following are thoughts and conversations I’ve had since returning home: “How many people we know will we see at the mall?” “Five.” “What is that?” “Turmeric milk.” “This is the…

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All The Protests That Weren’t Fit to Print

A few weeks ago, colleges across the United States exploded with discussions about race on campus.  Major movements at Mizzou and Yale made the headlines of all the major news outlets, but journalists didn’t fail to mention similar protests at Claremont McKenna, Southern Methodist, Colgate, Bowdoin, and my own Ithaca College. It’s a little strange to read…

First Kiss

There seems to be some magical age when a kiss becomes significant. Most people’s actual first kiss doesn’t “count” because it happened in the kindergarten sandbox, before they really knew what it meant. And then there’s me. I’ve always told myself my first kiss didn’t “count” because it happened with another girl, even though we’d…