To My Empty Dorm Room

To My Empty Dorm Room

Thank you for never questioning my choice to nap instead of going to class.
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Dear empty dorm room,

Hey, generic bed frame and black twin bed mattress with no bedding on it, sorry I haven’t seen you since move in day. The mattress pad is kind of a must though because if we’re being honest you’re not a luxury item. You might be the one I miss the least, because my bed at home is waiting, but I spent most of my time in this room with you, re-watching Friends when I should have been studying, eating Mac and Cheese because no one could stop me from eating in bed and most importantly running the impossible race of catching up on sleep.

And you, clear desk that matches the bed frame, you’ve been covered all semester in sticky notes and schedules with books piling and un-piling on top of you as papers are coming up and then turned in. I’m sorry for doing all of my homework on the bed instead of sitting in front of you, but at least there were no chips taken out of your wood over frustrated book tosses or any other paper writing mishaps.

Empty trash can, thanks for keeping secret exactly how many bags of chips I went through over the semester, because we both know stress eating is a real thing. And empty recycling bin, thanks for standing be the trash and reminding me that yin and yang exist. For every bag of chips I stress are I recycled a full container of waters. Hydration is important when you’re stressed, and recycling is important always.

Tall white walls, thank you for holding my memories all year and letting me rest my cork board against you so that I could tack up new memories as they were made. And thank you even more than that for not tearing when I ever so slowly removed the command strips from you a few days before I left. It is almost impossible to match your slightly off white color and I did not want to pay for damages I’m sure would be painted over anyway.

Barren closet and dresser, I wish that you looked bigger now that all of my clothes are stacked in boxes instead of hanging against you, but honestly you look about as small as I remember all year. It’s alright, I made do and only brought my favorite clothes to school, although it seems like more than was strictly necessary now that I’m carrying all the boxes. Next year someone who dresses better will probably move in and maybe that would make you happy, barren closet, if you had feelings.

So thanks, empty dorm room for keeping my secrets and keeping me company. We had a good run and I wouldn’t have wanted to have spent it anywhere else, although I won’t be back for you next year. I hope that your next resident is as kind to you as I have tried to be, even if it’s just to avoiding paying at the end of the year.

Regards,

Your last resident

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The First Time I Learned About The Holocaust

When I asked my dad, "Besides Satan, who is the most evil person in the world?", he replied, "Adolf Hitler."
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This year I learned "holocaust" used to be a general term. Nowadays, when we hear this term, we automatically think of the Jewish Holocaust during World War II. People tend to disassociate themselves from the history of the Holocaust, especially the younger generations, because most of them don't have any personal ties to it. As a result, the history of the Holocaust turns into something you learn once at the appropriate age and then cast aside forever.

Although I am a person who has very little Jewish ancestry and no personal ties whatsoever to the Jewish Holocaust, I did not cast this dreadful moment in history aside. I actually listened to what my teachers told us about it and showed a willingness to understand why it should never, ever be repeated. Granted, I was going through weird phases in middle school when I learned about the Holocaust for the first time, so I didn't fully appreciate every detail. However, once I understood everything about it, historical curiosity took over. As I matured and explored my passions in World War II history, I became more empathetic and motivated to understand why the Holocaust happened. Here, in this article, I will share my initial behavior, actions, and feelings when the history of the Holocaust was introduced to me for the first time.

If I'm not mistaken, most American students learn about the Jewish Holocaust in middle school. First, you have a general history lesson; then you might read a novel about somebody's experience in the Holocaust, before watching a movie like "Schindler's List" and perhaps going to a nearby Holocaust museum. I had a very similar situation at my middle school. But, until eighth grade rolled around, the Holocaust was completely absent from my mind.

In eighth grade, my other classmates and I were fully exposed to the horrors of the Holocaust. Naturally, we received a general history lesson first. Then we read Ellie Wiesel's famous book, "Night", before watching a documentary about him returning to Poland with Oprah Winfrey and recalling the horrible memories at Auschwitz. Then we read a short story about Anne Frank's experience. Towards the end of our big Holocaust unit, half of my classmates went to the Holocaust Memorial Museum in Skokie, Illinois, while me and the rest of my classmates stayed behind for a shortened school day to watch a movie about the Holocaust.

While other students might have watched "Schindler's List", my class watched "The Boy in the Striped Pajamas". Although it was lighter than "Schindler's List", it was still equally effective. The ending stabbed me in the heart: I had learned about Zyklon B gas, but never knew how horrifying it was until I watched this movie. I remained mentally disturbed and unusually quiet for the rest of the day. When I finally got home, I broke down. My sister walked in the door and found me crying at the kitchen table. She asked me what was wrong. Before I shared my entire school day, I shouted angrily, "I HATE NAZIS!"

When my half of the class was going to the Holocaust Memorial Museum the next day, I was quite reluctant. I was still upset about the movie I was forced to watch. But, being a good student, I attempted to look as positive as possible. While the rest of my mature classmates only thought of going to the museum as a day off from a regular school day, curiosity was still buried deep inside my heart. When we finally toured through the museum, I was both shocked, horrified, and forever changed. My classmates had yawned throughout the tour and talked to their friends instead, but I eagerly listened to the stories from our tour guide and discovered I had a thirst for historical knowledge. Instead of complaining about wanting to go home, like my friends acted, I expressed a strong interest in learning more.

Since eighth grade, my passion for understanding the Second World War and the Jewish Holocaust remained strong and present. Learning about the Holocaust became a milestone in my historical explorations. It made more appreciative of what I have and more grateful for the fortunate lifestyle I was gifted with. And, of course, it also sparked a craving for historical knowledge. Learning from the horrors of Holocaust is an experience I can't trade for any other. I can only hope that there are others out there who will be able to appreciate history and learn vital lessons from it and perhaps pursue it professionally someday.

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8 Types Of Frat Guys You're Bound To Interact With During A Friday Night Out

I've done all the research so that you don't have to.
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College is like a zoo.

But instead of exotic animals, there are young adults, and everyone is wasted.

Deciding how to spend your free time in college requires a lot of research. There are hundreds of clubs, teams, and organizations to join! Some of these extracurriculars can excel your career, allowing you to network and build connections for the future. Others may introduce you to friends you'll have for life -- think weddings, the birthdays of your children, joint-family vacations.

Greek life is incredibly popular for various reasons, such as networking, philanthropy, scholarships, opportunities for leadership, and making friends that will last a lifetime. Other reasons include hella clout and much more access to booze and drugs.

As a girl who likes to do her research, I've done all of the investigating so you don't have to. Trust me, ladies, I saved you a LOT of time.

1. The "Un-Fratty" Guy

This guy is unlike all the rest in everything from music style to dress. He doesn't seem to eat and breathe Greek life and he actually seems normal.

2. The Tool

If he isn't talking about how much he can bench or staring in the mirror, he's probably asleep. Only wears Vineyard Vines.

3. The "Daddy Pays For My Tuition AND Alcohol Fund" Guy


What does this guy's dad do for a living? Who knows, but dude has never had a job, studies something in business, and always ends up on the beach for spring break.

4. The Brain

Actually values books over boobs and booze. Definitely here for the scholarships.

5. The Nice Guy

This fella actually has good intentions for his friends. He's a huge sweetheart!

6. The Creep

Probably spikes punch and for sure gropes while passing girls in the bar.

7. The "How Is Your Liver Still Operational" Guy

Passed out during the pregame, woke up at 2 a.m. to rally. Missed a final exam because he was still drunk. Can you please go make sure your friend is still alive?

8. The Guy With No Personality

This guy joined a frat because he's a total yes-man. And because he can't talk to girls.

In all seriousness: attending a big university introduces you to people from all walks of life. You'll meet people who are from opposite ends of the country, or the world, who you have more in common with than anyone you have ever met. You'll also meet people who you have nothing in common with except where you decided to attend school.

Don't judge a book by its cover, and never judge a boy by his fraternity..unless they have a history of spiking jungle juice. Then stay the f*ck away from them.

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