For countless years, I’ve sought to find the sweet balance between genuine self-love and congruous self-expression. As of late, I have felt smothered by an imminent pressure pushing me to discover this increasingly necessary harmony.
Year 2; 2014-2015 The week before my sophomore year began, Tim was excitedly attempting to assure me that my upcoming term would be enjoyable. I would be living in a sorority house after all! How could it not be fun? /sarcasm
When you live somewhere your whole life, you begin to know it so well that it’s hard to tell what you consciously or subconsciously remember. Being told three days before returning to your hometown for spring break that this will be your last time living there catapults you into realizing …
Year 1; 2013-2014 When my parents dropped me off at Bean East, the infamous worst dorm at the University of Oregon, they left me with a careless impression of, “Figure it out, kid.” With no expectations, or better yet– understandings of college, I was at a loss at first.