As a writer and reader, I stumble upon these cliches every day.
Sometimes writers are so busy being normal people that they forget how to become a writer again.
I'm a crazy college couponer, but IT WORKS.
As I sit in the library, trying to think of article ideas for Her Campus and procrastinating on my Philosophy essay, I realize that I've come a long way since being a junior in high school.
I graduate in two years (YIKES), so it's time for a goals list. Can I accomplish it all before May 2018?
People never quite understand what it means to have anxiety, or be studying something the opposite.
I saw Delta Deep last night in Northampton, where I had a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity I thought would never happen.
I’ve been busy, which is an understatement. Okay, fine. I’ve been SWAMPED. I had no time for anything. I have plenty of work that I’ve done and a whole load of it just haunting my dreams. But…
Everything seems to change once your internal clock turns to 20 years old.
I've got the best long-distance friend a girl could have.