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During the pandemic, I’ve found myself growing distrustful of others. A fear of the virus has led me to increasingly view others as a threat.
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Following sports is a fool’s errand because we continue to hope despite the losses, but hope itself is a fool’s errand because it is belief against the odds.
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Too often, when major social movements become overtly political, the rhetoric of hope, in turn, becomes a political tool.
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While Hutchison claims his writing is shit, there is also the, perhaps unintentional, reminder that since these songs are about life, the shit is inevitable.
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We’ve cherished the talks and snacks we’ve shared, yet all good things must come to an end. Our roommate’s time abroad next semester looms in the distance.
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At the pool all those years ago, I felt like I was falling apart on the inside. On the outside, I had to keep it together.
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I’ve loved science fiction since I learned the phrase. I tore through the Space Odyssey books in middle school, binged on Vonnegut for months on end and fell deeply in love with Neal Stephenson’s “Anathem.” Of course, I was enthralled by the alien landscapes and fancy weaponry, but what captured
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During the second half of my sophomore year, I began to think I wasn’t cut out to be a journalist. I don’t remember what month or even what day of the week it was — all I can recall now is the gray morning. The sun wasn’t shining when, as
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One of my favorite shows growing up was “Liberty’s Kids,” an animated series about the American Revolution starring the voices of Walter Cronkite, Billy Crystal and Sylvester Stallone. The selling point of that show, for me, was the theme song, “Through My Own Eyes,” sung by the ever-so-dreamy Aaron Carter
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“Humanity has become an isolated island among wild waves of discrimination and extremism. On this island live those isolated few, their voices fading in the midst of the roaring cries for vengeance and murder. I’m not optimistic about a population increase on that island anytime soon. But maybe in the
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