I wasn’t alright. I’m not alright.

Writing

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Don't let the weather reign
"The clouds are weeping and pouring as I walk the long way to class"
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lingering questions
"I’m not sure if my Middle-Eastern father voted for Donald Trump."
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Too real
"Our bad habits are The things we can justify to ourselves, The things that block out other things"
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leave of absence
"I had to get a surgery immediately or my finger would permanently stay rigid."
Home sweet nope
Coming home from college can sometimes mean feeling like a visitor in your own home.
ruffled one-pieces and jelly sandals
"It still feels like I am struggling to build a castle, but, now, instead of sand, it is my life that slips through my fingers."
Brrrrrrrrr
"I wonder if it is the temperature dropping, or something beneath the surface that is freezing my skin from the inside out."
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running for the sake of running
"I think back on journeys from the backseat and wonder why I only remember parts of the trip. Why is it that I can’t say where we were going? I guess it was never important."
They’re lost. She knows this.
"It took years, months, and days but she scratched at it, tapped, peeled experimentally, and then at last reached her fingertips through and punched ..."
Summer love
"But no matter how much I adore him, there is always devastation looming ahead. It is impossible to forget the biggest obstacle of all: the goodbye."
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When the parents call
This writer learns that the true meaning of independence is far more than taking care of yourself.
Fly free
"So if I want to cry myself to sleep at night because it's too dark and I still get scared, it's because I want to accept the fear and not let it take over me."
Sometimes, the Rock Paints You
Childhood nicknames in globular bubble letters and a rainbow wash of neon, two hours in the making: Cat. Emmy. And the bitter smell of aerosol.
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a leaky faucet out of control
Adjusting to college is no easy feat, and it's easy to feel alone in your first few weeks.
First Last
The Story of Salem Pierce
The soul flies east to rise with the Sun.

On The Blogs

This is not a study abroad blog
One student abroad reminisces on the NU days of packed schedules and time management stress, almost starting to miss being too busy.
This is not a study abroad blog
"Being far away from the U.S., we've had to negotiate our country's new reality without the support system or resources we would've had back on campus."
This is not a study abroad blog
A student abroad in Scotland passes the time until her return to Evanston listening to tunes that match her emotions.
This is not a study abroad blog
Though Emma is all the way in South Africa, she can't escape the effects of the American election.
This is not a study abroad blog
"College taught me how to rely on myself and how to spend time alone. Spain challenges me to do the opposite."
This is not a study abroad blog
Despite what it may seem from the beautifully crafted social media presence, studying abroad can be hard.
This is not a study abroad blog
When a sign in a bathroom stall reminds you that you miss your Evanston home a lot
This is not a study abroad blog
In another installation of this non-blog, a student shares how important health is when abroad, and how hard it can be when your health fails on you.