I wanted this piece to be especially powerful, since I can now say that my first semester of college is over. I’m half-a-semester closer to sophomore year, and 12.5{53c6eff5ce19621f7316832cfedf08caab022021f1679c62c3f44b8900ceaf72} of my college undergraduate...
A niggling of homesickness and sadness washed over me as I glanced back at my friend Alejandra. Just like most of the campus, she was heading to the airport…excited about going home for the Thanksgiving break. And unlike most of the campus, I was walking to my Latin...
Personally…the college process was daunting to say the least. My dad never finished high school…my mom never made it to college. Throughout school, my main focus had been getting high grades…extracurricular activities…establishing good relationships with teachers...
Have you ever heard the saying―“Out of the frying pan, and into the fire…”? That’s pretty much my motto for the week, since I’m gearing up for mid-terms this Thursday and Friday―one in math and the other in Latin―while also maintaining my other...
Glancing at the familiar faces in the dining hall, a peaceful emotion settled in my heart. This was becoming my home, and I was okay with that. More than okay really…I was thankful to be here. Each day, realization hits me that I am in college, successfully...
