Let’s talk about milestones. Chance the Rapper’s first official album, The Big Day, came out just 48 hours ago and I’ve listened to it all the way through twice, once while following along with the lyrics on Genius.com. I don’t want to miss a word because he’s a brilliant writer…

As an English major who has spent the last summer at Make Muse working with a crew of brilliant young women-many of whom study the humanities- I know I’m not the first to experience the stigmas surrounding the humanities. The age-old judgment seems to be that the humanities are simply…

I have to be honest with you: you know that scene in movies when a kid asks their parents for a sibling? That wasn’t me. I wanted a dog, or a guinea pig, or maybe even a bunny. At 13, I had been content with my lonely, only-child life. But…

Sophomore year. Yet another day of watching the sunrise and set from my bed. At least the view from my room is pretty, I think as I scroll through Instagram, focusing on how much better everyone else’s lives are than mine instead of the sun painting the reeds and lake…

I created my first Instagram account years ago in middle school, on the cusp of an adolescent existence that would be hallmarked by an anxiety I did not yet have the words for. The account was deleted soon after, the result of a particularly dramatic disagreement with my mother over…

Curtains drawn, it is dark in the room aside from your singular glow. Your face is an ethereal guide across the carpet towards a comforting haven. Laying my head down on the worn pillow, you rest on the corner. My eyes burn, your face makes me cry. Pondering this cliche…

Last month, I found out about the National Book Festival in Washington, D.C. because a dear friend who knew I adored books sent me the Facebook event. I’m forever in her debt, because that day was one of the best days of my English-major, book-nerd life. After looking over the…

I am currently studying abroad in Buenos Aires, Argentina. I have been here for a month and a half and will be staying put for another two and a half months. There were so many questions I had running through my head before I left, and, to be honest, I…

Then A typical start to a day of my life in high school, around sophomore year, looked like this: I would wake up at 6:30am for classes that started at 8 (yes, I needed an hour-and-a-half to get my life together every day). After begrudgingly pulling myself out of bed, I…