It’s very important, very important to look at someone that you’re helping to see that they couldn’t have done it for themselves, but ‑ and then you will receive.
From interviews with seniors at my college. “Go out, get drunk, hook up…but make sure that’s never the most interesting thing about you.” “Do not ever underestimate your talent.
One Tree Hill was my generation’s Saved by the Bell, The Wonder Years, and Melrose Place all rolled into one. It was also the backdrop to my over-anxious, bookworm-ish, braces-filled adolescence. Tree Hill was the kind of place I wish I lived…everyone was beautiful, even the popular kids were super nice, the plot twists were salacious and wildly dramatic, and, DAMN, could they turn a phrase.
“Damn, she look like filet mignon.”
As an unpaid intern, one of the most dreaded questions your parents can ask is what you had for dinner. Unfortunately, you really only have one of two options.
I’ve been traveling at one pace for so long, and for so far, that if I stop I will get catapulted off, slam to the ground, and break things that might not heal.
Think about how many people feel as though ending their life is in some way more manageable or more appealing than living it. And then think about what it takes to get to that place.
When I left for my first study abroad experience in France, I secretly wanted to be the person who could fit in anywhere, who could feel at home in any country or culture, the chic globetrotter, flying off to Paris for the weekend.
It’s a bold statement. “The greatest?” you ask with indignation. Surely there are other, more worthy contenders for this auspicious title?
England has always gotten a lot of heat for their food. And, while not entirely deserved, there is one food (if you can even call it that), that needs to be done away with immediately.