Essentials to a successful semester: A jettison to performance pressure

Why do I put my self-worth in the world of academia when I refuse to put all of myself in academia? Why am I letting my artistic credentials be tarnished by briefly lacking inspiration? I wrote a paper in twenty minutes that I was initially exuberant to write when it was assigned. Study materials are neglected and not accessed until the night before a test. Some weeks, I am embarrassed when The Collegian issue comes out because I fail to conjure inspiration for a piece that I was passionate abo

Essentials to a successful semester and trusting growth

“Sometimes you have to grow up before you appreciate how you grew up.”- Daniel Black I awkwardly slid my purse onto the table and slumped into my chair, but then immediately realized I was on an official “date” that I initiated, so I probably shouldn’t look like I was there against my will. I had, after forcing myself to get an online dating profile, found myself at the local Tex-Mex restaurant “Chuy’s.” I asked the middle school math teacher what particular childhood trauma made him into who

A theological overview of Justin Bieber’s album “Justice”

Music is a life source for me. If an artist releases a new album, I will set aside an hour to listen through the entirety of the work. The track order is a vital tool for the integrity of the album’s content. The notion that an artist or band carved out days to perfect the linear or sonic story developed throughout the songs makes the listening experience even more enthralling. I religiously listened to Bieber’s album “Justice” because of my undying love for Justin Bieber. I still remember in 2

Stop working for the chase

Although the inconvenience level of lying awake in the middle of the night surely outweighs any positive attributes, I’m incredibly thankful. If my mental energy expulsion didn’t happen now, I’m nervous it would never happen. As I grudgingly scribble into my note’s app with a dull, exhaustive headache and my leg working counterintuitively by anxiously running an early-morning marathon, I cannot help but notice that sometimes my writing feels forced. It’s the start of the fourth week as I am wr

Essentials to a successful semester and allowing yourself to be home

The other day, I caught myself subconsciously asking when I would go home. Although it was merely a fleeting thought that I would usually brush off, this time, it started an introspective journey as to why it would instantaneously pass through my mind that after over a year in Wilmore, I would feel an ache for a forgotten place. Why would I keep my identity attached to a physical place that I haven’t called home for nearly six seasons? Why do the memories linger, and my nostalgia replace r

Pumpkin spice isn’t just for fall

“Sometimes you need to pumpkin spice up your life” – Unknown It was 5 a.m. Like every morning, I wake up wishing I hadn’t. Today was a day to feel alive. The lifeblood coursing through my veins, electrified with energy. My knees buckle under the sensation of excitement (and, also because I forget that I lofted my bed, the constant impact shock of the floor takes a toll on my joints). But anyway, the very soul of my humanity, restored of hope because this, this was a day that justified my pur

Masks and vaccines: Where are the voices of reason?

You leisurely walk into the Fayette Mall and methodically strut into the “Allsports” store, renowned for its irresistible, top tier male staff. Walking in with no intention of buying a single thing, you notice your next mistake hunched over and stacking plain, white boxes of knock-off Nike’s. Your target slightly turns around- he looks promising. You bashfully divert your glance to an unrecognizable basketball jersey in your hands, which God forbid anyone asks you the team’s name or player

Essentials to a successful semester and one question you must ask

“True happiness is to enjoy the present, without anxious dependence upon the future, not to amuse ourselves with either hopes or fears but to rest satisfied with what we have, which is sufficient, for he that is so wants nothing.” – Lucius Annaeus Seneca Even when brainstorming the title of this article back in late June, I dreaded returning to campus. To think that in a handful of months I would be plastering a tableau of sticky notes to my wall at 2 a.m., pining for the last drop of self

Who will we turn to when the pseudo-euphoria dies?

That is the typical routine for Daniel Donald when working his shift at Main Street Pizzeria & Creamery in Wilmore, as he now starts crafting my end-of-shift dinner. It may seem simple, but, to Donald, there is hope and optimism in routine. Transporting the fresh-stretched dough to the ingredients station, he evenly spreads sauce and sprinkles various toppings onto the pizza, preparing it for the oven. Throughout simple acts, however, the mind may wander and replay memories from the