The Difference Between Girls And Guys In College

The Difference Between Girls And Guys In College

Theres a reason why guys only bring one car for move in.


Well you see.... I had 3 cars arrive to unload my belongings on move in day. I don't know about you guys but I literally brought my WHOLE ROOM to school with me. Here is a list of the things I brought...


Body Pillow


Wall Decor (Pretty monograms and letters)


Shoes (Like 100 pairs)

Clothes (Barely fit them in my closet)







On move in day I have noticed that guys usually bring 1 car full of stuff and their car(which is empty most of the time). Why is that? Because all they bring is...

A Plaid comforter from the 8th grade (usually green, blue, or gray)

Maybe a pillow if they didn't forget it (usually doesn't match the comforter)

Their favorite white t-shirt

A pair of underwear


Whatever else they did not bring they usually go buy the day of move in. That is it. That is all they bring.

Cover Image Credit: Georgia Michael

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Sorry Not Sorry, My Parents Paid For My Coachella Trip

No haters are going to bring me down.

This piece is intended to be a satire of an experience at Coachella.

With Coachella officially over, lives can go back to normal and we can all relive Beyonce’s performance online for years to come. Or, if you were like me and actually there, you can replay the experience in your mind for the rest of your life, holding dear to the memories of an epic weekend and a cultural experience like no other on the planet.

And I want to be clear about the Beyonce show: it really was that good.

But with any big event beloved by many, there will always be the haters on the other side. The #nochella’s, the haters of all things ‘Chella fashion. And let me just say this, the flower headbands aren’t cultural appropriation, they’re simply items of clothing used to express the stylistic tendency of a fashion-forward event.

Because yes, the music, and sure, the art, but so much of what Coachella is, really, is about the fashion and what you and your friends are wearing. It's supposed to be fun, not political! Anyway, back to the main point of this.

One of the biggest things people love to hate on about Coachella is the fact that many of the attendees have their tickets bought for them by their parents.

Sorry? It’s not my fault that my parents have enough money to buy their daughter and her friends the gift of going to one of the most amazing melting pots of all things weird and beautiful. It’s not my fault about your life, and it’s none of your business about mine.

All my life, I’ve dealt with people commenting on me, mostly liking, but there are always a few that seem upset about the way I live my life.

One time, I was riding my dolphin out in Turks and Cacaos, (“riding” is the act of holding onto their fin as they swim and you sort of glide next to them. It’s a beautiful, transformative experience between human and animal and I really think, when I looked in my dolphin’s eye, that we made a connection that will last forever) and someone I knew threw shade my way for getting to do it.

Don’t make me be the bad guy.

I felt shame for years after my 16th birthday, where my parents got me an Escalade. People at school made fun of me (especially after I drove into a ditch...oops!) and said I didn’t deserve the things I got in life.

I can think of a lot of people who probably don't deserve the things in life that they get, but you don't hear me hating on them (that's why we vote, people). Well, I’m sick of being made to feel guilty about the luxuries I’m given, because they’ve made me who I am, and I love me.

I’m a good person.

I’m not going to let the Coachella haters bring me down anymore. Did my parents buy my ticket and VIP housing? Yes. Am I sorry about that? Absolutely not.

Sorry, not sorry!

Cover Image Credit: Kaitlin Harasta

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The Graduation Speech I Never Got To Share

I never received the opportunity to share my speech at my high school graduation, so here I am, sharing it with the next class.

I never received the opportunity to speak at my own graduation, so I thought maybe I could instill wisdom to the upcoming graduation class of 2018:

1,460 days of wondering, wondering if we would make it to this day. Today marks the culmination of our 1,460 day journey — we are the graduating class of 2017.

Graduation is one of those awkward times in our lives when we are torn between the joy of our memories and the excitement of our future. Should we look back on what were the greatest four years of our lives, or instead, should we focus on the next stage in this journey called life?

We’ve been impatiently waiting for this day for four years — and now, we just want to hit pause. We want to slow it down and enjoy the last fleeting moments. Our lives will be forever altered after we toss our caps into the air.

They say that high school is the best time of our lives. For some of us, this isn’t the case. But, whether some of us will admit it or not, there are things we are all thankful for throughout these past four years.

We are thankful for the everlasting memories, the spontaneous adventures (even if they are to McDonald’s at midnight for brain food) or spray painting the camel that sits in front of the school. We are thankful for the people we meet, good and bad, because no matter what, they each played a small part in sculpting us into the people we are today.

The optimistic take on life is having one heck of a time until life comes back and punches them in the face. The pessimist would go through life and punch oneself before life was even able to make a fist.

One of the flaws in human nature is to focus on the negative things in life. Because of this, over the past few years, almost all of us have been sitting around groaning about how excited we are to leave this town behind us.

We’ve lost a lot of beautiful souls to demons hidden behind their smile. Our closest friends have moved to states on the opposite side of the country and left us to fend for ourselves. That dreadful walk from the junior lot in all kinds of weather is one that I’m beyond happy to see disappear in my rearview mirror.

Let’s be honest, all those movies we watched growing up, gave us such unrealistic expectations about high school which fueled our negativity. Growing up here, the underdog doesn’t get the high school hottie. At one point or another, we all imagined ourselves in the shoes of the kid who was always overlooked but came out on top at the end.

Even though that may not have been the case, watching those movies and putting ourselves into perspective ignited a flare of hope. That fire burned brighter and brighter every day for most of us. For others, it was too quickly extinguished. It may not seem like it, but those souls are here with us today in our hearts and they will never be forgotten.

Let us not concentrate on the evils of high school, but let us turn to the good. I don’t know about you guys, but I’m going to miss the many clichés of high school: those enthusiastic taunting screams from our student section under the Friday night lights, the frantic 38 minutes at lunch we’ve all spent going to get fast food and back while still getting a good parking spot, sitting back and enjoying a bowl of popcorn while soaking in all the latest drama and love triangles, hollering at our friends at the opposite end of the halls, or submitting that paper at 11:58 AM to still walk away with a passing grade.

We entered high school four short years ago as an unwritten book eager to fill the pages. A book that would be written in our own terms. The diploma that we receive represents success and achievement, but we must remember more of the journey that accompanied this achievement – both the heartache and happiness.

The diploma itself is gently tucked away in the appendix of our book, while the journey to attain it fills page after page.

I was told that with every speech, advice is to be given. So, here is my advice: This isn’t the time to make hard, fast decisions. The moment you cross this stage, be a little reckless and carefree.

Go make mistakes, major in philosophy, get on the wrong flight, and fall in love over and over and over again. Hold on to your old friends. Kiss your Mama. Admit what your dreams are. Don’t beat yourself up if you don’t know what you’re going to do tomorrow, work hard and don’t be lazy (procrastination is the exception), and put away your darn phone every once in awhile. Be nice to jerks, because we still don’t know the criteria for getting into heaven yet.

Each and every one of us was meant to do something big, something life-changing. I cannot wait to see what paths you all take, and the obstacles you overcome.

I spent many nights writing this speech until my eyes went cross-eyed. Never was there a time when I was sure where I was going with it, but one thought kept returning to me like a broken record. That thought being: thank you.

Now, I know I’m not close with all of you, but I am thankful for every single person sitting in front of me. You have taught me extremely valuable lessons these past four years, lessons I don’t even remember learning. Lessons that no one else could ever teach me, lessons that I will take with me for the rest of my life.

I’ve said it a thousand times already and I will probably say it a thousand times more: thank you, Class of 2017! And may I be amongst the first to say, congratulations!

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