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March 6, the Friday before my spring break began, I worked from noon to around 5, got a pizza for dinner, and took the bus to town for a fun night out. Little did I know that would be my last shift, last time dining in, or having any late night fun in my college town before the pandemic tightened its grip on what was my normal.
Continue reading “Being a College Student during a Pandemic”It didn’t dawn on me until later in the fall semester that it was a very bad and very dumb decision not to bring my car to university with me. It dawned on me even more in early February.
Continue reading “RVWJC: A Lot of Driving”
In the past 12 weeks(?), I’ve lost count, I have learned to think more and more like a journalist in every aspect of my life. This is especially applicable when it comes to my social media and social life in general.
I used to allow my shyness and anxiety to hold me back from a lot of potential opportunities to connect with others and get to know them better. I was able to do that for so long, but it has cost me in ways I’ll explain later.
Welp, school is back in session. You know what that means: exams, quizzes, new people, lots of reading, new stressors. I started my junior year as a transfer student at UNT this week, and I was both very ready and not ready at all.
I spent 2 days before the first class day finding my way around and researching what I needed to know about dining, the campus layout, where my classes would be, and organizing my room. The campus is so big, and I have to walk everywhere, but at least I’m kind of staying in shape! The night before my first day, I calmed myself with episodes of Broad City and 90 Day Fiancé.
