For those who don’t yet know or who have forgotten, there are a lot of queasy feelings that go along with the college application process: discomfort with the imminent prospect of leaving home, terror of rejection and dread about the sheer quantity of work required.Read More
Being a twin has its pros and cons when I’m setting
academic and athletic goals.
I was standing on the end of the diving board, hands shaking, heart pounding.
Finding traditions in a big city, like Los Angeles, can be difficult. Things are always changing, and it is hard to find a close-knit community in an urban setting with so many people.
With Thanksgiving in two days and the holidays right around the corner, the rush to prepare for December and the consumerism being encouraged by outside influences can cause us to lose the true meaning of Thanksgiving, being grateful and giving back.
In my life, traditions have always been a comforting symbol of stability.
Sailing is something of a tradition in my family. Everyone knows how to sail. Everyone but me.
Each morning, I walk down my front steps, not bothering to lock the door behind me. I plop my brand-name backpack carelessly in the trunk of my Prius, and as I drive off to school at a cautious 25 mph, I fail to remember that I have to speed up to get a good spot at the valet.
Halfway through my sophomore year I joined a new community.