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College students are always on the go, and Katharina Boeschen is no exception. Yet between two majors, a minor, club soccer, and work, Kat still finds time to do what she loves: write. Meet the newest editor of the HerCampus team!
     Kat is a sophomore majoring in hospitality management, English and is pursuing a minor in philosophy. Originally from Berlin, she started learning English in the second grade. âI was encouraged to write by my middle school and high school teachers-I liked writing in English a lot better than writing in German!â Her favorite pieces to write are flash fiction, stories only paragraphs long. Lately, her writing has focused on coming-of-age in college. âMy favorite one Iâve written is about partying–how college students drink to not be miserable, but in the end, it only increases their misery.â Check out one of her pieces below!
     Kat not only has a love for writing but for editing as well. She someday wants to be the Editor-in-Chief at a publishing company. âI want to have sincere relationships with authors, help them craft their story. If this idea is good, expand upon it. Or maybe scratch this and try something different. [Besides], I think your own writing grows from reading others.â She also is a self-proclaimed grammar stickler. âMy pet peeve is when people use the word âutilizeâ wrong. Utilizing is an action meant for something an object normally does not do. âI âuseâ a pencil to write with. I âutilizeâ a pencil to gouge your eye out. I cringe when I see that.â Perhaps thatâs why her friends send her their essays to proofread!
     Katâs writing career is on the up-and-up, and we are excited to have her on the HerCampus team!
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A word from your Ex-Editor
By Kat Boeschen
     Words are my outlet; they are how I understand the world and how I process my life, but they are how you confuse yourself and jumble your thoughts. You need actions, drama, and excitement as constant companions, because language just simply doesnât cut it for you. To you itâs not real until you lived it with your flesh and blood; itâs not real until you felt it on your skin and breathed it into your lungs. To me though, itâs real long before any of that, long before you even thought it possible. I like to think I understand you, but frankly I just donât agree with your premise and definitely not with the way you choose to handle our battle of words.
     Words have an innate power that I now realize you do not see. They can cause change and drive humans to do all kinds of unthinkable things. Apparently, you never thought about the catalyst of actions, just always about the actions themselves. You are not that different from me, but your thought process is most often opposite to mine and that is where we falter.
     I appreciate the fact that you tried to use words to make me understand, but just know you utilized them; you utilized them so poorly. You used those words wrongly and you forced them to fit the situation, but I promise you they didnât. I wish you would have let me be your editor then. Words are my domain, just like knives are yours, but often you render me speechless and defenseless, because you have powerfully taken hold of my own weaponry. To put it plainly: you have your knives and I have mine. The difference is that you used yours to stupidly injure yourself and mine to unwittingly hurt me. I have yet to wield either in this little war of ours.
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