People have been experiencing broken hearts ever since the concept of love was born – it hurts, it makes you cry and it sucks the energy out of you, but you can heal.
On a beautiful Tuesday afternoon, I sat outside of Traditions at a table with friends. The sun was out and the birds were chirping, but I suddenly realized I couldn’t hear any other sounds when I looked up in the middle of stalking my cousin’s boyfriend’s friend’s sister on Instagram. I became glaringly aware that each person around the table was also on their phone.
In the middle of my hectic sophomore year, I was desperately looking forward to going home for fall break. After greeting my dog, catching up with family and settling down into my childhood home, I realized something — I missed college.
Imagine a journalism major attending a college without a newspaper or any other media organizations. Unfortunately, that illogical hypothetical was my reality until I transferred to the College in the Spring 2014 semester.
I am lucky that I can say that all the students on my freshman floor were really friendly, and we quickly formed a bond. One of our favorite activities was — you guessed it — eating, however, the lack of ovens in the freshmen dorms made cooking a challenge.
