“My friend Charis and I often send each other articles we find interesting or that relate to what’s happening in our lives, and she recently sent me this one: Advice From a Formerly Lonely College Student. It was a great read (READ IT), but I smiled a little to myself when I saw the title … More Yes, I Have Friends (Part 1): Eating Alone
I have been mulling over this for at least a year now, so I might as well say it. Stop saying things are awkward. It isn’t uncommon for me to hear friends talking about how awkward some experience of theirs was; or more often, how potentially awkward an experience could be. The thought of being uncomfortable turns … More Comfortably Uncomfortable
My older sister sometimes throws around this annoying phrase: “Yeah well, everyone already knows that.” It’s annoying to me because she usually utters it after I say something related to how human beings behave, or how they react to certain happenings, or essentially anything related to psychology. I’ll share something that I’ve been thinking about … More Rant #3: You Already Know What I’m Talking About
With the whole Facebook hullabaloo thing going on, I’ve been thinking more about privacy lately. Yes, people can and will reveal a lot of information about themselves online, whether it be to the public or just to friends (but how many “friends?” Six hundred and seventy-eight of them?). But I’m not talking about the where-you-live … More To Share or Not To Share
I homeschool, so I am aware of the spectrum of opinions people have on homeschoolers, some of those opinions being that homeschoolers are brainwashed by their parents. Maybe that’s true for some cases. I don’t think that’s true for me or my homeschooled friends, though. But how do I know that I’m not brainwashed or … More Am I Brainwashed?
I’m confused. A few years ago, before I had any substantial instruction in writing, I joined Figment, a website where writers could share their work with others and receive feedback. The site was sort of artsy and professional and official looking, so I had high hopes. What did I find? The stories that won their contests, … More Is This Good Enough?
It’s a strange thing. Growing up. When I was little, I always dreamed of being seventeen. I couldn’t wait for it. Seventeen seemed like such a beautiful, perfect number. It must be a beautiful, perfect age. And to some extent, it has been. The time I was the “dancing queen, young and sweet, only seventeen” … More I Grow Up A Little Bit