Installment Sixteen: The End
In my experience, a room can hold secrets and doubts; fears and revelations; moments of pure joy, and moments of gut-wrenching anxiety.
In my experience, a room can hold secrets and doubts; fears and revelations; moments of pure joy, and moments of gut-wrenching anxiety.
I believe in being present, in being self-aware, in savoring each moment, big and small.
Make yourself happy, make others happy. It’s as simple as that.
We expect others to read our minds and moods and to give us what we want all the time.
As a very regimented person, I enjoyed watching as the crosses slowly accumulated each day.
What I didn’t imagine was spending every free second sitting at my desk reading chapters upon chapters of textbooks and slowly checking tasks off my never-ending to-do list.
Last Sunday I was making the trek down from Terraces at night when I slipped on a stair and injured my foot and ankle.
Having an on-campus job can be daunting—balancing school work with paid work, carving out time for a shift, working with people you don’t know.
Confession: I was apprehensive and little afraid to start this semester.
Even as I sit down to write this last article, I am shocked at how quickly this semester passed.
Personally, I believe Ithaca should work to better assist students and improve upon the theme and perspective system.
For the first time, I was to become responsible for purchasing everything I needed and desired beyond tuition, room, and a meal plan.