Letter to My Freshman Self

Letter to My Freshman Self

Hello freshman Laura, If you’re anything like I remember, right now you’re sitting on the Brown Hall sun porch, contemplating whether or not to study for your psych test. It is this moment in which I will offer you my first piece of advice: stop right now. Don’t bother. Nezlek’s tests are hard no matter



8 Moments You Will Have in College

There will be a night, when you are lonely and a freshman, that you walk down the hall and find others like you, so you awkwardly rally together and talk about your favorite movies and SAT scores on the gross furniture in the lounge of your dorm on a humid Saturday night in September, and



Giving Up and Looking Out

All my life I’ve been raised as part of a very Catholic family, in the best possible way. In today’s world, I suppose it’s hard for a lot of people to hear the word “Catholic” and make positive associations. But in retrospect, I can say with confidence that some of the best memories of my



Here’s to Hopefully Getting There

Many are familiar with the crippling, chronic illness known as Senioritis – in which an individual at the senior level in academia endures tremendous bouts of apathy to the most extreme degree. It’s a thing, trust me. I looked it up on Web M.D. But sadly, many more are unfamiliar with a rare and equally



The Fall of Breaks Began with this One a.k.a Title Laura Thinks of in a Desperate Attempt to Be Clever

Because today marks the one week anniversary of Fall Break 2012, I thought no better way to celebrate than to write a commemorative entry highlighting the dramatic ups and downs of my experience. Seeing as I’m from Florida, it is sadly not feasible to spend $300+ on a plane ticket to essentially be home for



Thoughts on Things in My Life Right Now, a.k.a. Another Blog Post Lacking Cohesion

That I’m dropping my water bottle approximately nineteen times a day It needs to stop. That I’m reading Hemingway’s “Big Two-Hearted River”  for my American Lit class, in which good ol’ Ernest talks for fifteen pages about a dude camping, making canned spaghetti, some stuff about grasshoppers, and catching trout. …what That my MIXED fruit



(most of) My Day in Photos

                           



Some Poetry

  Sunken Garden For frisbee and sleep What kind of garden is this? I see no flowers   Tyler Family Echo Circle Thing You stand there and talk looking like an idiot impressed the first time   The Terrace YES close to coffee chairs, tables, chairs, tables, chairs I want to live there   Crim



I miss you, Bill and Mary

Things I Do During the Summer: 1. Work I wait tables at a busy seafood restaurant I promise it’s much more glamorous than it sounds (Oh wait, its not) 2. Read What I’m reading: Junot Díaz’s The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao All I can say is… WOW. (I’m sorry, I had to) 3.



An update from your resident list-maker

Ah, finals week. I suppose it’s counter-intuitive to be posting now of all times, but it makes sense to me for a couple of reasons: Why study when you can write about fun stuff? I’m about to begin work on a 5-page paper. Whereas “7” in a Biblical context is considered to be the best