I want to share with you all the story of Khadijah Williams, a freshman at Harvard University who proves that a woman, no matter where she's from or what means she has access to, can achieve anything with the right amount of determination.
One-pieces are totally in this summer, which has us happy as a clam since the past few weeks of finals have left no time for the gym and a lot of time for late-night food deliveries. For the first time since middle school we can actually feel sexy and trendy rockin' something at the pool that isn't a bikini (and doesn't give us uni-boob like a Speedo!).
Most girls, when asked, will deny playing games when it comes to dating. We complain that guys are players and that we're the innocent victims. But being more than a few years (and ice cream binges, and drunken cry sessions) into the dating world, I'm beginning to wonder....is dating itself just one big game, and are we all players?
There's so much I love about drinking: it helps me forget about stress and schoolwork, it makes everything that happens so much funnier, and it's fun to do outside when it's nice out. (...and inside when it's crappy out. And in the morning. And in the night. And on Mondays.) And those crappy Black Eyed Peas songs you usually can't stand? Total fist pumpers! Not to mention the hilarious piecing together that happens the morning after.
As I sit elbow-deep in final papers, projects and exams that are all due within the next week, saying I'm counting down the seconds until the end of the semester is the understatement of the year. No. Of the century. But if I relayed that fact to my senior friends that are actually graduating in a couple of weeks, they'd smack me.
With all the free time and sunshine that summer brings, there’s no better time to pile in the car with...
When my friend first sent me this video, I thought it was just a bunch of Jersey Shore wannabes trying to make it big on the Interwebs. But then I watched it (3 times) and couldn't stop laughing. Even though it is totally making fun of us ladies, it's hilariously accurate! And just watching three juice heads with some serious brows acting like obnoxious Facebook updaters is funny.
Whose lunatic idea was it to throw National Teacher Day in May, when finals are looming and we're more stressed out than Kanye when he pulled the mic from T-Swift!?
Spring semester is winding down, and when we're stuck in the library for 24 hours at a time with our eyes glued to a textbook and an energy drink surgically attached to our hands, it's easy to count down to seconds until summer vacation. But as we all know, life back at home can be a drag an adjustment.
Facebook is the hallmark of our generation. It's usually a good way to see what your friends (or acquaintances, or enemies...) are up to and a good way to kill some time. But the more I think about it, the more I'm convinced that this social networking tool is actually ruining our lives and dramatically changing the way we stalk communicate...for the worse.
April is Stress Awareness Month, and I don't know about you guys, but I am definitely aware of my stress. Research papers, projects, and exams are rolling in faster than ever before and it seems like I can't finish one thing without getting behind on another.
Campus bookstores suck. They convince you that you need to buy a textbook for $150, and you'll crack it open on that one day you were bored feeling studious, before realizing your exams are straight from the class notes/Powerpoint slides and you don't even need that 10 pound eyesore in the first place.
Dear "The Situation" (if that's even your real name), You have nice abs. We get it. But don't you think maybe it's time to put a shirt on? At the beach on the Jersey Shore, it's okay. But at the gym when you're all sweaty, it's unsanitary