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100 Strangers: #3

Another unusually hot Saturday, but that didn’t deter me from going to watch some Kansas football (I actually enjoy the band equally if not more, but that’s an entirely different subject). Looking around for a stranger was so easy it became hard. I had so many options to choose from that I simply couldn’t decide. […]

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100 Strangers: #2

On this unusually hot, humid Friday night in downtown Kansas City, I met my second stranger. My boyfriend and I were wandering around aimlessly, admiring the Tiffany diamonds and colorful paintings lined up at the art festival, but an all-too familiar bookstore caught my attention. As a writer, I have an unwritten rule that I […]

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100 Strangers: #1

Today, despite my nerves and shaky hands, I met my first stranger. First off, I contemplated chickening out of the project several times. In fact, my entire twenty-minute walk back from class consisted of talking myself out of actually approaching and singling out a stranger. What if they looked busy? What if they gave me […]

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100 Strangers

I’ve made it officially through my first month of college. I have yet to gain the freshmen fifteen, a large number of friends, and a sense of understanding football. The things I have gained include (but are not limited to) a best friend/roommate/long-lost sister, incredibly toned legs due to my nearly five mile daily walk around campus, […]

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Overcoming the Laundry

On this hot and steamy Sunday night, I find myself sitting in a laundry room in Kansas, trying to figure out how many minutes is left on the cycle. If this isn’t what being grown-up is like, I don’t know what is. Last week I moved into my own little room, and by little, I […]

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Butter Fingers

As I’ve previously mentioned, I’m not the most athletically inclined person on the planet. And yet, I can still shoot a free-throw in basketball, ace a serve in tennis, and bike up steep hills (not that anyone would want to do this, ever). But my friends and family make these activities look like child’s play. […]

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