I just read a student’s essay where she recalls being 8 years old, with her younger siblings, and stuck outside her locked house for over an hour in the middle of winter. 71 more words
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Lately I’ve been reminiscing.
First year of university is over, and I’m sitting back in my childhood bedroom. Gone are my days of my tiny dorm bed with the white bed spread layered with pink flowers, windows that open just a crack, and flocking to a communal pizza on my floor at 3am. 1,065 more words
No better time than now to do some reflecting. My less than 24-hour breakup along with the issues that have been raised in the last two weeks at my place of employment have caused me to look at myself and reflect, why do I find myself in these unfortunate situations, what am I supposed to learn? 1,338 more words