The week I graduated from high school, I wrote a letter to all the teachers and faculty who influenced me the most. I told them all the things I'm terrible at saying in person, all the things on my heart. But there was one person I didn't write a letter for. She was like my second Momma. She was Continue Reading
you can also call me a feminist.
In the past two weeks, there have been four girls assaulted on the UF campus. In each circumstance, the suspect is the same. There are cops on almost every corner. I rode past three on the same street today. My roommate and I are taking precautions--staying with groups, not going out too late at Continue Reading
things I never saw coming.
I realized the other day that my past few posts, while not necessarily depressing, haven't been too happy either. I'm writing today to inform you that I've actually been having a wonderful time in my first two months as a college student. Things have taken me completely by surprise over and over Continue Reading