This has been the longest, most painstakingly drawn-out summer of my life. Right now I’m sitting with a mug full of hot tea on a brisk day near the middle of September with two weeks until my first day of classes and not a whole lot to show for it. Actually I take it back. I went a…… Continue reading Meet Shannon– My Reproductive Syndrome
After I graduated High School I started to question why anything was really important at all. Any of these things may have included: Celebrities in the Media. Why do people play into the hands of big-name celebs who are obviously stipulating for attention? e.g. Miley Cyrus, Donald Trump . I still don’t get it. Employment nowadays. I’m sitting…… Continue reading The Importance of Getting Dressed in the Morning
A few weeks ago I sat down with my college counselor for about the fourth time and something weird happened. She looked me in the eye, and without hesitation or a shadow of doubt, said that she had a good idea about what she wanted me to do in college. As in major and minor.…… Continue reading Feminist Film Camp
You’d think second semester Junior Year would be a little more arduous, and maybe it is and we’re just numb to it. But the last few months have seemed the opposite and I know that’s a blessing, or maybe just the pleasant calm before the storm that is finals. Whatever the last month or so…… Continue reading Angels, Cellos, and Corsages
hello, how’s it goin? (That’s me btw ↘) March is my fave month. And this march started off with the Oscars where right off the bat, we fell in love with this couple: …But especially fell in love with her And after doing some googling… https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZPCkfARH2eE found that Lupita Nyong’o is a truly remarkable human being…… Continue reading And so begins March
Happy dance, throw down a Tebow, and then meme tears of joy… HOMECOMING IS OVER WITH BABY! After much stress, tears, and blood, the finished product came out looking like the average Sophomore work. (eh-okay) But hey, it’s over! Who cares what place we get, we participated, got a little united and artsy, and had…… Continue reading The Wonderful World of Homecoming: Part 2
I wrote “love” on my arms on Monday for suicide awareness week, because that’s what it was. And then I had to go over the faded letters again in pen on Tuesday, 9/11, because I heard about Sally. Her name isn’t Sally, but it’s better that I call her that. Sally had done exactly what…… Continue reading The Saddest Week of my Life.