Life through the eyes of a twenty-year-old
If there’s one thing I’ve realized about myself in my lifetime, it’s that I am very hesitant to openly show signs of weakness. All signs of the breakdown it took to get out of bed will be wiped away by the time I reach my first class. The internal worries that swirl and blend into […]
MoreI know I don’t speak alone when I say this, but I have anxiety. However, it’s such a norm of the culture that this isn’t much of a shock anymore, over 40 million Americans suffer from nervousness/concern. While I may appear to have my ducks in a perfect shiny row on social media and the […]
MoreHaving taken a break for the past few days to catch my breath, I picked up where I left off today and ventured out to find my 10th stranger of the project. Niccole (spelled with two C’s) is a nineteen year-old from Ottawa Kansas. Her hobbies include watching video game channels on Youtube and looking […]
MoreThursday nights in college are technically the weekend, and I can’t tell if I love it or hate it. My outer, nearly nineteen-year old self wants to jump at the opportunities and live vicariously, but my inner forty-year old woman would prefer to put on sweatpants and curl up in a blanket while drinking herbal […]
MoreToday was tough for me, from 7:30 am until now. Walking around campus was both shockingly unsettling and surprisingly comforting. There is just so much confusion and turmoil and chaos to wrap our tiny little human heads around. But that’s the thing: we are just tiny little humans. Enough sad feelings and getting deep, because […]
MoreIt’s nearly 11 pm on a Saturday night, and I am determined to complete my stranger of the day project no matter what. Luckily, I was fortunate enough to meet Kristen Chapman today, a twenty-year old from Troy, Illinois. Visiting KU for the weekend, I witnessed firsthand a fun fact about Kristen, in which she […]
MoreI took a break from my project for the last two days, yet it’s a second instinct to scan the crowds for a stranger to approach with my business card in hand. I’m always a little bit afraid that they won’t believe me, think I’m a spy for Russia, or just laugh at the idea. […]
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