On my way back from a spring break trip to New Orleans, I listened to an NPR podcast that was all about screens and the way social media enables us to capture and display memories in a timeless nature. Photos from 5 years ago pop up on our newsfeeds, and friends tend...
Sometimes normal prose can’t convey the kind of emotion that poetry can so I decided to make this post a bit experimental in nature. After binging every episode of Black Mirror over winter break, I began thinking about how my relationship with digital technology is...
Scromp (v) – succumbing oneself to the act of devouring I know, I know. Scromp isn’t actually a real word. But growing up, my friends and I used it constantly. We didn’t even have to explain it to each other. The way you emphasize the word—by really adding texture to...
As far back as my mind can remember, I’ve always known what the future would hold to a certain extent. I knew in kindergarten that first grade was right around the corner and that after senior year, I’d be going off to college for four years. Some of the details were...
On Sunday and Monday nights, I savor the silence. Because Tuesday through Saturday sound a lot like: “I want something else To get me through this Semi-charmed kind of life, baby, baby I want something else I'm not listening when you say Good-bye” It’s 1:40 AM on a...
I was crushing the interview, articulating my answers better than I had expected. I talked all about my hometown, my majors, my summer jobs and internships, my involvements in classes, and my future career aspirations. But then one seemingly simple question completely...
If they wanted to fly, they flew. If they wanted to disappear, they disappeared. I wasn’t just their mentor; I was their magician. This past summer, I had the opportunity to mentor 8-11 year olds in a special effects filmmaking workshop in Charlottesville, VA. I...
It’s probably just some phony call about winning a fake trip to Florida. I’ll let it go to voicemail. I hit play to half-listen to what I thought would be a robot speaking. Oh how wrong I was…Turns out, the voicemail was to inform me that my apartment’s water heater...
We are all too familiar with that blinking cursor in an empty word document. There is honestly not a worst sight in the world. The blinking is almost mocking you-a constant reminder that you are devoid of any intelligent or creative ideas. Ideas. So much of college is...
I was ruthless when it came to making money as a kid. My brother and I used to stroll a little red wagon full of our “drawings” around the neighborhood, hoping to use our 5-year old charm to sell them for $1 a piece. A few years later, we opened up a snow cone stand...