May is almost here.
May means graduation and leaving college life behind me. I feel such a colorful melting pot of emotions: excited, with a bittersweet tint and a sprinkle of nerves.
Senior...
New year, new me.
Being in college means constantly repeating the same script: I’m a senior nursing student. No, I won’t be staying in Vermont after graduation. I’ll move to a city; I’m ready...
Our strings attached is a recurring column written by me, Opinion Co-Editor Olivia Langlan. Last semester, I created this column to unveil common ground in the college experience. I explored one of the...
In Vermont, family conflict is a remote haze. But when I visit home, all the structures and ideologies I left behind come crashing back into view.
The dynamics that college removes me from become...
One snowy Sunday evening, my roommates and I went out to dinner because, despite living together, we barely crossed paths that weekend.
Our friendship began during our first-year Orientation. I connected...
A few weeks ago, I met up with my endlessly kind friend for a post-winter break catch-up over coffee.
With our noses runny from the cold, our brains in need of some caffeine and our stomachs rumbling...
One busy Sunday at Trader Joe’s, my usual love for customer service was slowly diminishing and small talk lacked its typically lively luster.
Disengaged from conversations and attempting to reel my...
