This summer, I decided to cut my hair. Okay, that’s an understatement. This summer, I decided to shave the right side of my head.
Food & Feminism
This year, more than any other year, I’ve noticed a growing number of hipsters at Baylor. In a sea of sorority shirts and Nike shorts, they indeed stand out – and pride themselves in doing so.
Mondays. I hated them as a child when I had to wake up and eat flavorless Cheerios for breakfast, I hate them in college, and I’ll probably hate them until the day I die.
Being a senior is weird. It’s not bad, it’s not good — it’s just weird. I came to Baylor with a motivated and enthusiastic spirit, ready to tackle papers and tests with vivacity. But now, four years later, all I want to do is eat cheese, watch chick-flicks, and not think about having to apply for jobs soon. Be warned, freshman: Senioritis is real.
So much our lives is measured by what we gain and what we lose. We lose our innocence; we gain maturity. We lose old friends; we gain new ones. We lose close family members; we gain a deeper appreciation for the things they did when they were alive.
All of us are familiar with the term “Ring by Spring.” A bright-eyed freshman girl enters Baylor with her pink linens and hopes of becoming a doctor; four years later, she graduates with a rock on her left hand. For the longest time, Ring by Spring was a big joke to me. It was something I laughed about, knowing I personally would never get engaged before finishing undergrad.