No one talks enough about how weird June feels after graduation. You spend four years sprinting toward the finish line, convinced that once you cross it, everything will fall into place. But here I am, diploma earned, stage crossed, inbox cleared, and still waking up...
At the beginning of the summer, I was ready. I had a whole plan mapped out. My Original Plan Build my school list. Start prepping for the LSAT. Start drafting my personal statements. Reach out to potential recommenders by August. Take the LSAT in September....
I graduated this month. Honestly, I keep saying it and still don’t fully believe it. I’m officially a college graduate! I had a double major and graduated as a first-generation, Black, and queer alum of Susquehanna University. I walked the stage, took the photos, and...
Earlier this month, I stood at a podium in D.C. and told a room full of near-strangers why the Department of Education shouldn’t be erased. It was part of the COE TRiO Future Leaders Summit, during a mock congressional session where I spoke out against a bill that...
March always feels like a blur. A tired, overstimulated, emotionally disjointed blur. Midterms showed up fast and hit hard. I’ve been bouncing between assignments, late nights, job apps, and trying to figure out whether I’m just tired, or if I’m on the edge of...
It’s Black History Month, and while the campus flyers are out and the panel invites are rolling in, the truth of the matter is this: I carry this identity every single day, not just in February. Being Black, first-gen, genderqueer (and so many more intersecting...
It’s the start of the new year, and honestly? I’m not interested in becoming a “new me.” I know this is the season where everyone starts posting goals and vision boards and the “new year, new me!” captions. I get the appeal, as there’s something comforting about the...
It’s finals season, and I’m holding it together with sheer willpower, manifestation, a RedBull, and my zillionth cup of tea. The library’s packed, the group chats are dry, and every conversation starts with “How much sleep did you get?” followed by mutual dead-eyed...
It’s November, and I’m tired in that way that doesn’t always show up on your face, but sits in your chest. The kind of tiredness where your brain is full but foggy. Where you’re behind on everything and somehow still doing too much. Midterms came and went, and...
It’s only early October, but I already feel like I’m dragging myself through the days. I feel like this is the part nobody really talks about... like how the semester doesn’t need to be halfway over to feel like you’re already drowning. Everyone keeps saying “pace...