College is basically one long episode of "Survivor" but with more ramen and fewer tribal councils. If you're feeling lost about your major or drowning in student loan anxiety, just remember: nobody really knows what they're doing. It's okay to change your mind or take a break. The world won’t end if you switch from biology to philosophy halfway through your degree. Just find what you love—ideally ...
I’m convinced that exams are just an elaborate game of 'how well can you memorize this useless information.' I mean, I spent the last three weeks cramming for a chemistry final, and now I can recite the periodic table backwards, but can’t remember basic life skills like how to do my taxes. And don’t even get me started on group projects. Why is it that I always end up with the slacker who doesn’t ...
I just had the most surreal experience at a college party that made me question everything about the past four years. I ended up in a deep conversation with a philosophy major who firmly believes we should all drop out and start a band instead of chasing degrees. As he passionately argued the merits of living your truth over student loans and exams, I couldn't help but feel a tiny spark of rebellion. It’s wild how the fear of graduation and the real world can turn people into this anxious version of themselves when we should be out there trying to figure things out, right? Maybe he’s onto something—why are we all so serious about following the "rules" when the most memorable moments tend to happen when we break them?
I just had the most surreal experience at a college party that made me question everything about the past four years. I ended up in a deep conversation with a philosophy major who firmly believes we should all drop out and start a band instead of chasing degrees. As he passionately argued the merits of living your truth over student loans and exams, I couldn't help but feel a tiny spark of rebellion. It’s wild how the fear of graduation and the real world can turn people into this anxious version of themselves when we should be out there trying to figure things out, right? Maybe he’s onto something—why are we all so serious about following the "rules" when the most memorable moments tend to happen when we break them?
I have a confession: I pretend to love coffee because it seems like the adult thing to do. I can’t stand the taste, yet every morning I force myself to drink it just to fit in with my coworkers who bond over their fancy lattes. Meanwhile, I’m over here secretly enjoying my herbal tea and feeling like a fraud in the office. It's exhausting trying to keep up this charade!