All posts in Triple Cs

I’m a little baby who didn’t reach “adulthood” until her last semester of undergrad. But as of Jan. 20, I have finally (finally! my friends all moan) reached

Holidays are stressy because there is such an importance placed on Having A Lot of Fun. Most days of the year aren’t very good ones, but it is

Exercising my right as an opinions columnist, a college senior, and an emotionally-unsound reader of Vice Magazine, (funny, funny list features written by flustered college students with decidedly

I don’t so much ruminate on the memories anymore as much as I just sigh quietly to myself when I think about what you could have been. It’s

After being shunned to the living room quadrant of my adorable basement apartment for the month of September because my sweetie-pie roommates were taking up on my promise

I’ve been feeling alotta hate coming my way lately, and I’m not quite sure why. Not to place too much importance on my own thoughts and words through this

I’m an awful listener. Just like my peers, but as someone who notices every minute detail of my self (foreshadowing), it might be worse. My short attention span

I’m a senior now, which isn’t much different than being in a different year except I don’t recognize many people on campus and I have to constantly remind

I may not be a senior, but I’m allowed to get nostalgic, too. Can I talk about my friends for a bit? Let me talk about my friends