At 14 years old, I left home for boarding school. All of a sudden, I discovered I could screw around…

It’s the first day of September. My housemates and I have been living in our off-campus house for about two…

I always need to do something with my hands.  Many would describe me as a fidgeter. I have a lot…

Beautifully-named folders, compressed files and linked photos. That’s what I see as design editor when I open my Google Drive.…

My first memories are shaped by my pink, beaded scrunchie that worked hard to hold back my tangled ponytail, made…

It’s 10:35 a.m. and my first class of the day ends. I walk around campus before my next class, passing…

We live in a world that is constantly moving. The world keeps spinning, the wind keeps blowing, the waves keep…

Anyone who knows me or has interacted with me views me as a happy and positive person who is always…