I will never forget what it felt like to wake up after I fainted on the kitchen floor. After I came back from that fuzzy place where all sound is muffled and everything turns to an interesting shade of whitish black; shapes started to come into focus, and I heard my panicked boyfriend distantly shouting my name.
A few weeks ago, I was sitting in a Contemporary Fiction class in which the discussion focused on a morbid book that featured some pretty messed-up relationships—relationships between the dead and the living, the old and the young, the in-love and the not-in-love. As my classmates respectively made judgmental comments about the characters, my teacher paused the discussion with an incredulous look.
There are three little words we’ve all heard before—in books, movies or songs. The words, of course, are “I love you.” Sweet, right? Well in these cases, saying “I love you,” means that the good guys have won, victory for the poets and artists, and a rainbow arches over two embracing individuals right before the [...]
A couple weeks ago, I received a phone call from my buddy Anna at Dartmouth. I was a little surprised by the call—I expected her to greet me with her normally cheerful and upbeat voice. Instead, she screeched into the phone, “I’m going to kill Brian!”
It’s that time of year again—red leaves crunching under your shoes, the smell of cider in the air, football on TV, and college students all over the country getting dumped. That’s right kids—it’s almost Thanksgiving break, and that means only one thing: It’s Turkey Drop season.
When we first start dating someone, we tend to see them as perfect—their bizarre habits become cute little quirks and their personal stories that might otherwise incite a yawn are instantly fascinating. All you want to do is spend every free minute with them, preferably making out. In short, it takes a lot to separate you from this incredible new person.
We all have our own personal souvenirs—mine include a metal spaceship from a fourth-grade trip to the Smithsonian, a rock from the top of Mount Washington and a glittery Girl Scouts picture frame.
Apparently there is a trend on this campus that I was unaware of until yesterday. I was catching up with a group of friends at the Village for brunch, and in between pancakes, one of my friends raised her eyebrow and said, “Don’t tell anyone, but…I’m hooking up with my ex.”
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