As October is finally here, there is one thing I’m sure most of us are thinking about…Fall Break. The semester is starting to pick up and classes are becoming busier and busier. The summer daze is finally wearing off and we are fully immersed in classes and extracurricular activities. We have stopped counting the hours of sleep we are getting or the cups of coffee we are consuming. The due dates of assignments start to appear faster and the anxiety of classes are now in full swing.
Growing up, my mother would give me a white, plastic bucket on a nice summer’s day. She would then say that I could not come inside until I had filled the bucket up five times with pinecones. Pinecones. This woman had me picking up pinecones all around the yard. I hated it. When I was not picking pine cones or pulling weeds in the yard, I was folding towels or vacuuming the floors of the house.
More often than not we see people grabbing for their phone in times of silence and automatically open up Instagram.
Should parents track their college aged students on their phone?
Rain has the potential to put a damper (no pun intended, though maybe just a little bit) on any day of the week.
This weather is crazy. One minute it’s raining and the next minute the sun is shining and you are sweating. What shoes are both functional and fashionable for such weather changes? That’s right, Crocs.
Going to college earns you a one-way ticket to a life time of responsibility, at least for the time being while you’re away from home.
Post-Truth (adj.) – Relating to or denoting circumstances in which objective facts are less influential in shaping public opinion than appeals to emotion and personal belief.
Welcome back to campus! I know many of you have been eagerly awaiting to escape the grips of your parents (love you mom and dad!) and return to campus to resume living in freedom once again.
Change is difficult, yet unavoidable. They say the key to life is adapting, but I have never found ease in adapting to changes. I would be lying if I said I did not tend to be a creature of habit and comfort. It’s hard for me to let go of these past four years at Monmouth, just as it was for me to let go of my high school years.