Tourist 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.
Awe 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.
The Story Behind a Door Doors like this can appear anywhere—in your basement, in your relationships, in your dreams. This door was all too familiar in my early house.
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.”
