It’s no surprise that St. Patrick’s Day is often just an excuse to party and drink lots of beer (cheers!), and I imagine it won’t be much different on a college campus. BUT I wanted to provide some alcohol-free ideas to celebrate for all of us minors. It’s easy to only look forward to the “big” holidays like Thanksgiving and Christmas, but why can’t we get hyped for the little holidays too? No need to discriminate. If you haven’t caught on by now, I’ll find any reason to dress up, throw a party, or put out decorations, and the seemingly-trivial St. Patty’s Day is no exception. So without further ado, here are some of my favorite green outfits and a handful of ideas to have a good time this weekend! Continue reading “5 Ways to Celebrate St. Patrick’s Day (That Don’t Involve Alcohol)”
If you had asked me two weeks ago what I looked forward to most upon entering college life, I would have told you, “The chance to completely start over and meet new people.” But now? The most difficult part of college life is exactly that: the chance to completely start over and meet new people. Of all the days I spent daydreaming of going off on my own to a foreign place with foreign faces, I never considered just how hard it truly is to make friends. I’ve found myself wondering these past few days, is a new beginning really what I want? Or should I have listened to Daughtry’s catchy version of the cliché, be careful what you wish for? Continue reading “New Beginnings: Blessing or Burden?”
For a lot of teenagers, there’s nothing they want more than a shiny new car for their 16th birthday. Or at least, a shiny new piece of plastic that allows them to legally drive. Me on the other hand? I wanted absolutely nothing to do with driving—I loved the company of my parents as chauffeurs, and I never felt embarrassed by their presence. Most of all, I feared the power and responsibility of maneuvering a very expensive toy on the roads (especially with all the inattentive drivers who spend more time looking at their phones than their rearview mirrors). One of the first times I drove with my mom on a permit to obtain the required hours, my left leg twitched uncontrollably—and a lot. It felt numb by the time I made it to my destination! That’s how scared I felt.