I’m not talking about college tours, where a few enrolled students master the perpetual smile, the backward walk, and the knack for university trivia for the sake of roping in more applicants. I am talking about the already enrolled student body and the 4 year (or more) tourism that tends to ensue. Continue reading College Kid Tourist, Stop Acting Like One
The word itself is a vocal exercise. I remember my choir teachers demanding that we open our mouths like a cave. Round and tall. Awe. Awwwwwwwwgh. Other than that, “awe” has limited usage in my vocabulary. Instead, I tend to say the following when met with something interesting, pretty, or impactful. Continue reading Awe, Like a Cave
Out of your peripheral vision, you see a red van and the windows prevent you from seeing who is inside. You can tell that they are watching you, but there is no need to be paranoid, right?
It’s a mouthful. There is always that moment—a pivot in the flow of a conversation where he/she will ask me, “Wait, what do you prefer? Do people ever call you, Alex?”
“No. Alexandria is fine.” Continue reading People Usually Call Me, Alexandria