As a person between the ages of 16 and 24, the question, “What are you studying?” is a given in almost any conversation. Though I’m proud to relay my commitment to journalism, I often have to deal with subsequent (unsolicited) opinions about how the media is ruining our society. And...
The post is dedicated to the lovely Alex from US Air. … Business 101 will teach you the most basic rule to running a business: The customer is always right. As a consumer, it’s important to know how to rig that rule and use it to get what you want....
THE OBVIOUS Mom-my best friend, my mentor Dad-will always see me as a little girl Brothers-for better or for worse; taught me to love sports, hockey, made me into a tomboy Grandparents- taught me history, religion, family, loss … EARLY TEACHERS Miss Pammy and the staff of CMP- taught me...
Please, fellow journalists, don’t take on the job of editor if you’re going to re-word my stuff and leave sentences incomplete. Especially when we were SUPPOSED to split the byline since I don’t actually live in Boston, so how could I interview students? Thanks for crediting me with your crappy...
I just returned from a night out with 3 incredible women watching Avenue Q. Muppet sex, masturbation, porn, racism, homosexuality… all crammed into a neat and tidy little musical! It kinda of got me thinking a little deeper about school, though. Odd, I know. But there’s a particular song in...
Happy 4th of July, my friends! And here’s to our independence. My independence is a gift. The fact that I can jet off to beautiful places across the globe and feel at home, the fact that I can live on my own 3,000 miles from home. I can work and...
This is a letter on behalf of all women to the “nice boys:” Boys, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for making you walk me home and carry my shopping bags. I’m sorry for using you as some backassed shrink whenever I had questions about whatever asshole I happened to be dating...
You may have noticed from my Bucket List post that I’m a little behind on my driving… stuff. Technically, I was taught to drive by a boyfriend when I was 14. But I never really got around to getting my license (for a variety of reasons, all somewhere rooted in...
Here’s to you, old friend. Here’s to our mornings together Latte in hand, feet propped, reading. Here’s to my black-stained hands, my saliva fingers, Evidence of our daily love affair. Here’s to the quick, finite snip of scissors, My sad, hopeless attempt to keep you with me a little while...
I’ve named my computer (Lloyd, if you were wondering…), I have a blackberry, a digital camera, the works. But having a billion technologies doesn’t necessarily simplify my life. For one, I’m about as techno-savvy as my Alzheimer’s-ridden grandmother. I drop things, I leave things behind in foreign countries, even the...