Three weeks ago, every hour of Emily Varga’s day was planned. Between classes, an internship and an on-campus job, she spent most of her time on campus. When Varga wasn’t working or studying, she was with her friends from Student Government or her sorority sisters in Sigma Kappa.
It’s graduation day. You’ve just received the diploma you've been working toward for years when President Kathryn Foster announces, “I now present to you the Class of 2020.” As you throw your decorated cap in the air and all of your friends and family members cheer from the bleachers, you suddenly feel a wave of dread as the reality of adulthood hits you — what the hell do I do now?
Growing up, Kayleigh Soucy didn’t like her body. She was bullied for being chubby, but when she started to lose weight, the compliments from her family and peers only fueled an eventual eating disorder and body dysmorphia. That’s why last February, she walked into her local tattoo parlor and was determined to add something beautiful to a part of her body she spent years trying to shrink.
The life of the party is a phrase that’s often used to describe extroverts. They’re people who appear to thrive in social settings and are perceived as friendly, outgoing and, many times, more likely to achieve success. Let’s face it — if someone were to tell you that you exemplified these traits, you’d probably take it as a compliment.
Adrianna Green has struggled with her weight her entire life. After being pressured by her mother, she tried dieting, walking around her neighborhood and exercising with Nintendo’s popular Wii Fit — but nothing worked.
“Pretty in Pink,” “10 Things I Hate About You,” “A Cinderella Story” — prime examples of high school romantic comedies that are timeless classics for singles and couples alike. Whose face doesn’t turn into a real-life heart-eyes emoji after seeing Heath Ledger dance across the bleachers and sing “Can’t Take My Eyes Off of You” by Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons?
The first time I went to therapy, I cried — a lot. I had no clue what Fergie was talking about when she said “big girls don’t cry,” because there I was at 19 years old, sitting in the waiting room with tears flowing out of me like a raging river as I filled out the symptoms I had been consistently struggling with for the past year: feelings of loneliness and hopelessness, lack of an appetite, suicidal ideation and more.
When Quint Meredith, a junior business management major at the College, began drinking at age 16 to help him socialize with other people, he didn’t think he’d develop substance use disorder, nor did he think recovery would ever be an option.
"Where are you going to college?” — a question that I avoided like the plague for three years. Why? Because I went to community college, or what many referred to it as “High School Part II,” to which people often responded with “Oh...that’s nice.”
Binge-watching “The Office” on Netflix, sharing “forever alone” and “ermahgerd” memes on Tumblr and trading Silly Bandz like they were Pokémon cards — these are just a few of the things that defined the 2010s.
I’m a big fan of celebrating every holiday to the maximum. From decorating my house with red hearts and pictures of Cupid for Valentine’s Day to wearing a Halloween costume to my classes, holidays are the perfect excuse to dress up my life and make my everyday routine a bit more exciting.