When was the last time you were touched by a piece of art? While a seemingly simple question, I have found myself stumped.
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Heroic Savior or Clueless Simpleton: The Trials of a Pompous Protagonist
Not all heroes wear capes. Or so I thought, as I walked by Shea Field and stumbled upon a sight I never expected—a coyote frozen under a layer of permafrost.
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Head Empty, No Thoughts: A Beginner’s Guide to the Bog of Bleh
You see, I have recently found myself feeling stuck in a bog of bleh—a void of lethargy and nothingness. In it, identity feels irrelevant, purpose seems excessive, ideals feel presumptuous, and goals are downright impossible.
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Surrendering to the Serendipitous: A Tribute to Life’s Little Things
My assumption about the meaningfulness of life’s individual details was challenged by the innocent appearance of a camera, and it was forced to buckle.
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Creativity: Bottomless Well or a Needy Garden
It’s a rather odd confession to make, but I must say I’ve reached the point in my semester where I am starting to regret that my creativity is not boundless.
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Cause of Death: Utter Humiliation
It is very easy to swap our honest imperfections with more impermeable exteriors, but we become much more confident and self-assured when we refuse to mask our unflattering qualities.
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Extracting Whimsy from the Mundane: the Manic Pixie Dream Girl’s Guide to Valentine’s Day
Although I can wholeheartedly understand the anti-Valentine’s sentiment—my forever valentine is none other than my dear mother—I cannot say that I feel the same. Valentine’s Day has always been my favorite holiday.
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How to Dream Beyond the Ditch
I just spent my morning in a ditch. I mean, it was more of a mental ditch, but it was a ditch nonetheless.
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Of Hamsters and Men: A Silent Plea to Stop Working
I have never owned a pet hamster, but I can imagine they are fun, lovable creatures. I once knew a classmate in elementary school who would not stop raving about her orange hamster, Priscilla. She looked for every opportunity to talk about her, sharing moments when the hamster had curled up in her hands during family movie nights, performed a tummy roll for a couple treats, and kissed her nose softly.
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Coats, Sweaters, and Other Monsters that Lurk in the Dark
I have a confession to make. There are monsters in my closet. No, not literal monsters—though that would certainly make for a more interesting story—but the kinds that everyone has. Things like misshapen bags on the floor, heavy jackets slouched onto hangers, and piles of shoes on the ground that, with the lights turned off, look like goblins, ghouls, and gremlins.
