“Do you know what you’re doing this summer?” “Got any work plans after graduation?” “Do you have a job lined up yet?” These are the […] Read More
Author: Diana Pressey
When I was in middle school, my mom and I had a screaming match for the ages. It was when we lived in Santa Barbara—I […] Read More
Imagine going 20 years without being able to see birds. It might sound off-the-wall, but that’s how life was for my friend who has obsessive-compulsive […] Read More
When I was little, I used to fill up sketchbooks with asymmetrical drawings. I think I even had pastels. I stopped in middle school, when […] Read More
Today, I had a fight with a FedEx printer. That’s right, a printer. I swiped my card and plugged in my USB six times, muttering […] Read More
If there’s anything college has taught me, it’s the art of public napping—and it’s an art I’ve perfected. After all, what else can you do […] Read More
Imagine if lawns were made of book pages instead of grass, with every lawn its own novel. Now imagine me as an insatiable lawnmower, consuming […] Read More
I recently reread the novel Gone Girl for a book report in my crisis comm class. Unusual sentence, yes, but this novel is rich with crisis communication and […] Read More
Here’s a song to set the mood. I woke up feeling a bit sad today, and I wasn’t sure why. There, I said it. It […] Read More
I was searching for profound quotes about why concerts are the best to kick off this post. I found one about music in general that […] Read More