Her Campus at McMaster
Sometimes, I Talk to God
I still talk to God, but the conversation feels different now.
Her Campus at McMaster
Like Tangling Willow Branches
What if being alone isn’t something to fear, but something to embrace?
Her Campus at Pace
My Mother Chose Integration For Me Before I Understood What That Meant. Nikole Hannah-Jones’ Essay Made Me Understand It.
My thoughts on Nikole Hannah-Jones' essay as the daughter of an NYC educator.
Her Campus at UFL
Maybe I Can’t Think My Way Out of Missing You
I’ve tried staying busy, focusing on myself, and convincing myself I don’t even want a relationship. So why do I still miss someone I don’t necessarily want back? Maybe...
Her Campus at UC Berkeley
WRITING MY PHILOSOPHY PAPER INSPIRED ME TO MAKE THE RIGHT CHOICE
My situation wasn’t as bad as the addict described in my paper, but I still had to break from a pattern I had become accustomed to from my previous...
Her Campus at St. Andrews
Your Donated Hoodie Is Having a Gap Year in Ghana
You assume that dropping off a bag of clothes at your local charity shop means that they get neatly steamed and hung up for the next thrifty shopper to...
Her Campus at St. Andrews
Out-Touristed by the Tourists
Sometimes, when you live somewhere for too long, it seems the tourists begin to appreciate it just a little bit more than you do.
Her Campus at UNT
Writing As Exploration: Why Should I Write My Essay When ChatGPT Is Right There?
An argument for writing – why writing an essay helps you meet yourself and the world.
Her Campus at TAMU
Devils in the Details: There’s No Such Thing as Perfect
I love learning. I don’t remember a time when I wasn’t learning something. I loved being there, but I was always worried about what would happen next.
Her Campus at St. Andrews
The Choreography Of Walking Past Someone You’d Rather Not Speak To
A short investigation into the routine of actions everyone seems to do when walking past someone someone they'd prefer not to.