First year. First semester. First weeks. I had no idea what to expect. I was still settling into life at Swarthmore: adjusting to the campus environment, my new roommate, my dorm, all my classes, the hundreds of names I (for the life
“I think I love this place.” The first text message I ever sent from Pennsylvania. Sunday, Aug. 24, 2025, 9:30 p.m. I was holed up at the Hampton Inn in Media, fresh out of a shower that had washed away all the
In the post-COVID era, the art of dressing well seems to have slowly and sadly started to fade into antiquity. No longer are the schools of America flooded with fashion-forward students determined to dress their best. Chic jeans and sweaters are disappearing,
catching your hands as they fall rose petals glimmering in your eyes as we bike towards the sunset rushing forward into the future not backing it building it sunlight flickering in our path oblique creations we’re molding still and sitting in silence
squeezing life out of rustling trees pouring mint tea into birch mugs listening to the birds watching colors of the sky change and change living in an eternity our scribbles are golden inking in barks glimpsing dawn our eyes following the earth
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