I was never more excited for anything then I was to start college. At the time, it seemed like my whole life was a series of days, weeks and years leading up to the moment I moved into my freshman year...
During the fifth week of my freshman winter quarter at Northwestern, at around roughly 12:30 pm, I found myself sobbing my eyes out in one of the over-engineered bathroom stalls of the Kellogg Global Hub.
Throughout...
Last week, I wrote a column about how I learned to take ownership and be unafraid in my friendships during my freshman year. But I learned things in the classroom too, like the fact that academics shouldn’t...
I’ve recently realized what freshman year and the rest of this weird four-year period is all about: adjusting to the culture that permeates this campus and digesting a new pseudo-adult life. It’s about...
“Is she happy there?”
The question seems easy enough. Yes or no. I mindlessly scroll through Instagram, liking photos of distant high school acquaintances on various elevated surfaces.
“Is...
