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The musical spectrum  is evolving. I base this observation on the widely used service of Spotify. In middle school, the only way I could listen to my favorite hits was to log on to Yahoo! Music through my first email account, which will remain unnamed. There I would find a queue of music videos and audio files. Pandora became the next step. However, it was sadly regulated by an allotted number of skips and playlists...

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Despite my best efforts, I found myself unemployed two summers ago. Besides occasional babysitting stints and dog walking,  I read, painted, slept an unhealthy amount on my couch and watched, when I was lucky, four hours of Judge Judy Monday through Friday. In my hometown, Judge Judy airs twice a day, once at 1 p.m. and again at 4 p.m. The show lasts 30 minutes, two cases per episode, so I could watch eight cases...

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Welcome, first years, to the epicenter of your social life. Dine morning, lunch and evening in the expansive Mabee Dining Hall, filled with an array of options to choose from. If you’re on a meal plan, which you most likely are as a first year, the majority of your meals are prepaid. A meager amount of the funds as an underclassman are dedicated to Bonus Bucks “” the holy grail of Trinity fine dining “”...

I read a book over the break. It’s a collection of nonfiction and short stories by Marina Keegan, a Yale alumna who died in a car accident five days after her graduation. It was entitled “The Opposite of Loneliness” and is coined from an article she wrote for her Yale newspaper, published a few days before she graduated, describing how she felt before leaving college. She felt that life still had so much to offer...

In sixth grade, after my last final of the year, a boy named Reese licked my glasses. Reese approached right before class ended. He told me that my glasses looked cool and he wanted to try them on. So I took them off and placed them on the desk that separated us. Reese picked them up, inspected the purple plastic frame work and, with smiling lips, licked the front left lens from top to the bottom....

A year ago I took a break from perusing Facebook and decided to hang out with The New York Times. I went through a wormhole of editorials and opinion pieces, advertisements and politics. When it was time for me to move on to the next article a little box popped up on my screen saying that I had exceeded the limit of articles. Apparently, The New York Times had put a restriction online regarding the...

This past weekend, as a last hurrah before classes started, a few of my best friends and I went to Austin. As we walked along the UT campus in the sweltering heat, we saw freshmen moving into their dorms. It took us back to the day when we moved into our dorms for the first time. We saw the usual sights: parents heaving boxes around with 18-year-olds in tow, mom-mobiles in the parking lot, khaki...

For her first round of exams, my roommate studied in the closet because I had an aversion to fluorescent lighting and went to sleep earlier than she did. I had no idea that I was being inconsiderate, but I was. I only realized it was an inconvenience to her when she told me the following semester, and we became more comfortable with each other. Luckily, she’s not the type to burn my clothing in retaliation,...