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My mom just congratulated me for having my first meltdown of the year in late September, and I was even a little bit excited for myself. I was like, huh, I have gotten almost a month and a half in and I am just now getting stressed enough to cry about it. Good for me! Granted, last year at this time, I was a mess of a first-year with a twitchy eyelid because I refused...

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Let me start by clarifying something: I’m a worrier. The sky is blue, my name is Natalia, and I’m always worried about something. I spend a lot of mental energy worrying about things that are dumb, really, and because I always thought about this ongoing stress as a personality trait, I never took steps to make it better. This week, I tried to change that. I challenged myself to try and actually calm down. Shocking,...

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On Aug. 18, 2017, I walked out of my house at 4 a.m. with all my things packed in my dad’s car and jokingly saying goodbye to all the objects I saw around me. “Goodbye chair, goodbye bed, goodbye lamp, goodbye door.” I felt the obligation to be as annoying and over-dramatic as I possibly could because my parents were officially becoming empty nesters. I took that opportunity and milked it for all it was...

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I recently came across a Trinity student who associated the word “inhumane” with the prohibition of hotplates: “How inhumane it is to house 150 people in one dorm, ban the use of hotplates and expect them to share one kitchen.” To this statement I say that there is absolutely nothing inhumane about the dorm life at a private university. The word inhumane is defined as lacking pity, kindness or mercy. Although I don’t necessarily have...