You Know What They Say

Though I am adamantly opposed to clichés, coming home for Thanksgiving break has proven the old “you never know what you have until it’s gone” line true. Before I left campus, I was eager to get home, to escape to that place that was so diametrically the opposite of my experience at school. At school,…

Hard Times

The attacks on Paris, the bombing in Beirut, and the earthquake in Japan that occurred this week on the tail end of a series of protests and heightened racial tensions in this country and on my campus led me to do a lot of thinking. First I, like many people, wondered why these things happen,…

A Change of Pace

Normally, I come up with blog ideas over the weekend, let them roll around in my head on Mondays, and write down my conclusions by Tuesday. This week my only real idea for a post came to me at 11:30 pm last night while I was taking and shower, and rather than forcing myself to…

Don’t Get Your Hopes Up, Kid

Last week in my playwriting class, we were given an unusual assignment: write a scene in which your past, present, and future self are present on the stage at the same time. They didn’t have to interact with each other, or even recognize each other, but many people in my class wrote themselves doing both….