“What are you?” If I had a penny for every time I’ve heard that question, I could pay off my student loans. What I am is mixed race, multi-ethnic, a hapa, whatever you want to call it ““ equal parts Japanese, Italian, Norwegian, and English. Some of my family members came to America seventeen generations […]
Tag: freshman year

Alright, we’ve established that January is not actually the worst month ever for everyone on the planet, but I thought we’d stick with that theme for this week’s Polyvore round-up and address what you can do when you’re feeling blue (besides listening to “Downtown” over and over again). Oh, and what you can wear!
Not Without My Kneecap: A Lament

I was a runner. WAS a runner. I ran in high school, three seasons every year (cross country, winter track, spring track). In college, I didn’t run for my D-I school but I ran with a girl in my freshman dorm, and we’d talk about our high school boyfriends as we jogged the streets surrounding […]
Losing My Religion
I didn’t drink, smoke, or experiment with drugs when I was in high school. I didn’t stay out past my curfew; I didn’t even have a curfew. That’s because my adolescent rebellion took place between 9 am and 11 am on Sunday mornings. That’s right; my rebellious teenage phase was that I went to church. […]