There’s something about journaling that, if you let it, sets you free. When I first started keeping a written journal at the beginning of 2015, I had no idea just how valuable a skill it would prove to be.
Last May, I had a handful of college acceptance letters and a decision to make. Or so I told myself. The truth was, the decision had been made for me. It had been made the day I received my last financial aid letter, the day I neatly listed the cost of attendance for each...
From the time I was in middle school, it was made clear to me that I would attend college, there was no question about it.
Up until a month ago, my goals for my life involved publishing a themed chapbook before the end of 2016, moving to Washington, DC, and to intern at the White House.
Although most of us rarely admit, the sentence, “I understand”, is the last sentence we want to hear. When on the receiving end of an “I understand” we fight to refrain from rolling our eyes and snapping “no you don’t”. But isn’t that what we’re thinking?
In September of 2015, I put up Margin’s first editor’s letter and held my breath. This September marks Margins’ first year anniversary!
I want to tell you a story.
Summertime is when I most feel like a teenager. Each adolescent summer of my own has included: love, journey, music, friendship, sensitivity, power, body exploration, heartbreak, and unworldly experiences.
If there’s one thing I’ve learned from debating, it is that it is important to listen and learn, even if I don’t agree.
Trigger Warnings: Paris attacks, Orlando shooting
There’s a speech I like listening to on YouTube: Conan O’Brien’s 2011 Dartmouth College Commencement Address. Like most commencement speakers, he talks about failures and following your dreams.