When asked about your major, you can never give a precise answer, due to the fact you change it daily.
“Is he the type to make the first move or should I just be waiting with my pants off?”
Whenever someone says, “Winter is coming,” solemnly raise your cup and toast House Stark.
The months leading up to graduation can feel like a wind-up toy; you hear the ticking as the weeks start to turn, slowly at first, the tension building.
Apparently none of the frat’s members were available to be interviewed because they’re on Spring Break.
College is hard. I’m taking five classes, working part time and trying to balance time with friends and family.
I have a challenge for everyone who could identify as an anxious perfectionist: try not giving a shit.
Though hesitant to embark on at first, I am so grateful and lucky to be on an educational path that is centered around women.
You may have heard of us when you were in college—maybe a friend of a friend used our services, or one of your professors told us that you that if you used us, they’d find out. We “help” tens of thousands of students “research” a year by selling them “sample papers” based on their class assignment.
People ask me how you can miss somewhere you only knew for such a short period of time. I can’t explain how my abroad city gave me something I didn’t get here—it’s hard to articulate how it felt being so at home in somewhere that started so foreign.