Literature will always hold the incredible power of making us question everything we know, or what we have come to realize.
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I had my first internship over this past summer making it very different from those prior. Which, in turn, made the transition moving back to Hoboken and getting prepared for school also very different than in the past.
When coming back from visiting my family this summer, we had a 9 hour flight ahead
of us. I was not too worried about anything as I had borrowed a pair of pretty good headphones and did not care for any of the other factors.
It’s raining tonight. Just the slightest sprinkles that started around 6:30 p.m. It’s forecasted that we are going to have some thunderstorms in the area for the next few days.
A: The first few weeks are always difficult, being away from home and trying to make new friends can be a challenge.
Graduating from college can feel very definitive. It’s the end of this beautiful and strange era of pseudo-adulthood in which you think you’ve learned everything there is to be learned and know about almost everything there is to know.
“So, Lauren, how was your freshman year?” my friends from home and distant family members ask. Well, I’m nearly positive that it is the most expected and cliché subject for a first-year student to write about in her final Mind of a Freshman column, but I’m coming clean in plain terms this time, instead of writing in metaphor as per usual.
Have you ever passed by a river and paused to stare at your reflection? You’ll find that the image peering back at you looks just like you, but jagged and misshapen from the waves of the water.
As graduation approaches, I’m faced head-on with the “lasts.” Last class, last critique, last assignment. These things come at the end of every semester, but this time feels unique.
I was four years old when I moved to the U.S, with not even an ounce of English on my tongue.