I have been thinking long and hard about whether or not I wanted to post this. It may come across as being insensitive, or selfish, or maybe even ignorant. But I have a feeling I'm not the only American that feels this way. Last week, my college presented a symposium on "Inclusive Excellence". Classes were…Read more Conversation burn-out.
I am a junior in college, but I have never lived on a college campus prior to this year. And boy, am I learning some things. College students are gross, and rather inconsiderate. (I could tell you horror stories.) Procrastination creates stress. If you don't work on projects until right before they are do, only…Read more What I’m Learning (College Edition)
Today is my 21st birthday. Whoop, whoop! I guess I'm officially an adult now, right? It's wild, isn't it, this whole getting older thing? Time moves way to fast, I think .... When I turned 19, I posted a list of the things I had learned in those nineteen years on Facebook. Looking back at…Read more What I’ve learned in 21 years.
*I recently remembered I had another blog I had started years and years ago. This was the only post I had written, and part of me is really ashamed at my writing. However, I have been blogging for a year now, and I thought this would be an interesting way of celebrating that. (Plus, I'm…Read more Writing from 2011 ….
SoulPancake time! This particular prompt is "List five pieces of art that stimulate your brain stem". I love art, and so asking me to choose my top favorite pieces of art is like asking me to choose my top five favorite movies or books; it's impossible! *Note: I know this prompt is probably looking for visual…Read more Art to make you Feel
I finally have my act together enough to sit down and write this post. It should have happened a couple of weeks ago, but you know how it goes. Summer vacation suddenly hits, and all you want to do is absolutely nothing. Plus, I recently discovered the newest season of BBC's Sherlock, so of course…Read more April Books
In this section of the book, Valjean and Cosette move out of the Rue Plumet, the barricades are created and the fighting begins, and a young girl dies. The smile of the woman we love has a brilliance that shows by night. (p. 1024) There are moments when woman accepts, like a somber and resigned…Read more The beauty of Victor Hugo (pt. 8)