When I compare my life now as a rising senior in College to my life back when I was a rising senior in High School I’ve come to the conclusion that for two seemingly different times in my life-they are actually very similar. Remember that time that you were 17 or 18 years old? And
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Today in the wee hours of the morning, I woke up to what I thought was a mechanical defect with my air conditioning. It was making this really annoying sound that, in my sleepy delirium, almost made me believe that someone was playing the drums right outside my window. My second thought was that my
I have made the same mistake twice but it’s not too late to go back and fix either error. I’m talking about how I’ve grown up for the past 21 years in Washington, DC, our nation’s capital, one of the most visited tourist destinations in the country; a location that tells the story of the
Why did I take feminism and the environment? Why am I in the Muslim Students Association? Why do I choose to do my work at the Daily Grind instead of the library? Because I can. Because I wanted to. Because these four years of college that I am about to complete are my four years.