Maybe the pandemic warped my sense of time, but the summer seems to have flown by. Somewhere in the flurry of summer jobs, summer reading, summer vacationing a...
BY CALLIA PETERSON, '22.
After years of interviewing, transcribing, writing, designing and sharing the stories of my community for my community, I have reac...
BY CALLIA PETERSON, '22.
As I drive to school, I can’t help but smile at the blooming trees that line both sides of Zollinger Road. Although we have endured...
Post plane rides and road trips, beach Instagram photos and family Snapchats, St. Patrick’s Day celebrations and stay-at-home spring break plans, quarter four ...
According to my older sister, a little over eleven years ago, when she celebrated her “golden birthday” (turning 10 on Feb. 10) with a special sleepover party,...
BY Callia Peterson, '22.
Scrambling to find my calculator in the depths of my backpack for math class, I looked over at my friend Kyle who asked calmly, “Ho...
BY CALLIA PETERSON, 22.
Fast—that is how I would describe the past month and a half. A year ago, everything felt longer. Classes were blocked, lectures were...
We are more intertwined, overlapped and on top of each other as the weather shifts. And I don’t hate it and propose that our readers shouldn’t hate it either.
