Hannah & Julie
roommates, technically adults, writers on the side.
Dear Professors on the last day of classes: I remember the first day of the semester like it was only three months ago. I arrived early, a little too early, and plopped down in the middle of the first row. My notebook and folder were both purple with Clinical Phonetics written in the top …
“Let’s get these teen hearts beating, faster! faster!” -my AIM profile circa 2007 So I’m currently writing a paper on Emo music and culture. Yes, I’m serious. Our final assignment for Music and Social Change is to examine music and collective identity. I think my professor was trying to send us in the direction of …
Hi guys! I swear I didn’t forget about you. I’d like to take some time on this Monday night to write about the unpleasant phenomenon that I like to refer to as, “Post-Vacation Apocalypse”. Let me set the scene: It’s Monday after Thanksgiving break and you just lugged your laundry basket stuffed with clean clothes …
My friends, I think I have a problem. They always say the first step is admitting you have a problem– “they” being psychologists and my parents and leaders of Alcoholics Anonymous meetings if the movies are accurate– and I think it’s time to address this head-on. I am a concert junkie. When I was four …
Hello all! So I’m going to be honest, I was a little busy today, and over dinner I came to the startling realization that it was my turn to post. So I’m going to answer an archaic, unanswerable question: is there anything better than Mumford and Sons’ song Hopeless Wanderer? Yes. So please enjoy a music …
Bushy-haired know-it-all. I’m not sure I’ve ever identified with a phrase more. If you’re not a Harry Potter fan, this next paragraph has a lot of references, so bear with me. (I’m convinced the chemistry in your brain is imbalanced, but just bear with me.) Hermione Granger is a badass. First off, the girl’s a …
I just ran a marathon on that treadmill. Okay fine, it was three miles, but still, that felt like a lot of miles. I turned the resistance up to like 10.5 for a few 2-minute intervals (is that 10.5 miles per hour, or just some mysterious treadmill unit of speed? I’ve never been completely sure) …
Your university library is no doubt a magically cozy haven of quiet studiousness . Maybe you call it the lib. Or perhaps the ‘brary. You might even refer to it as that overheated hellhole that you avoid like the plague until the week of finals, when you camp out there hunching over textbooks with your …
Whenever I’m struck dumb trying to find the right way to begin a piece of writing, which is every fucking time, I take comfort in the words of my old pal Ernest Hemingway. The marvelous old drunk once said, “the first draft of anything is shit.” At least, I read online somewhere, probably on some …