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tomboy.

Growing

brothers,

some

of

films, and playing with W WE wrestling

things, and that’s fine, too. The

figures. I never thought of myself as

point is, I’m a girl, but I contain

being “too boyish,” I just enjoyed

multitudes. Sometimes, I like wearing

spending time with my brothers. I

cute, floral rompers, while other

never thought of our relationship or

times, I just wanna kick it in shor ts

shared interests as being a bad thing.

and a t-shir t. Some days you’ll catch

find them unpainted, maybe even

I am now. There were times when I

chipped. At the end of the day, my

was told that I needed to “dress like

femininity isn’t solely defined by my

a girl,” because I’d always preferred

appearance, or even the things I’m

jeans over dresses, or “act like a girl,”

passionate about, but by the energy

a

because I’d rather play Pokémon on

I exude into the world. Femininity is

four

my Game Boy Advance than with

personal, and it can only be defined

fondest

Bratz dolls. Don’t get me wrong - I

by how YOU connect with the world.

with my

want to do the stereotypical “girly”

I definitely influenced the person

considered up

in the backyard, watching horror

on my nails, but more often you’ll

fourth year nyia bolin

been

loved both, but sometimes I didn’t

The bond between my brothers and

FINDING MY FEMININITY always

memories involve playing basketball

me with a vibrant color painted

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ZOOMING OUT ON TINY

photo by daniyal tahir

fourth year mk manoylov Forrest Gump says life is

You walk around this tiny

like a box of chocolates. I

play-set

say life like building a home

with tiny buses and a tiny

in the most random places.

stadium and hills (actually,

of

a

university

the hills aren’t tiny, but Look at this photo. Look

still).

Whether

at how small the bicycle is,

GPA, relationship, or search

suggesting a small human

for a job, ever y problem

has ridden it, propped it

you

against the side of their door,

when you zoom out a bit.

have

it’s

your

seems

tiny

and entered their home. I’m

reminded

of

talking

GRANDMA’S HOUSE

I wonder what this person

to my grandfather — now

thought

their

past Forrest Gump’s age

bike ride. A fraughtful fight

— about his youth, and the

second year evan lassetter

with a lover? The upcoming

jovial

mor tgage

with which he spoke about

Just the other day, I was

thought was not in ser vice,

counting how many houses

asked for help, and then I

I

have

lived

Excluding current I

so

far.

hung-up. Some would say

dorm

and

I prank-called the police

house,

— I call it an accident.

in

my

collegiate

counted

ten

different

places. Even though we

I’m

bounced

lot,

places can hold memories.

looking back I see one

While the 911 stor y always

constant,

produces

in

my

movie ages

around singular

memor y to

sized.

Their

problems,

too, seem normally sized.

Getting mind’s out,

But when you zoom out, you

older way

of

looking

at

is

the

zooming all

the

tiny places we’ve lived in.

see how tiny they actually

car toonish

memor y bank and presses

holding

the contents of the photo.

play

of

house.

on

recollections

watch

like

I

movies.

there

is

will

be

a

few

probably reading this, so

different characters in the

shout out to her). Each

background, but nothing is

holiday season when we

more present on my hear t

all come together in small

than that sense of home.

this

paper tiny

this

tiny

piece

walking

across

campus

-

will and

seem

as

small

as

your

problems are like that too.

photo by noah buchanan

Georgia, family

Annie and Poppy no longer

tale finds a way to the

live there, they graduated

conversation table. In the

to

midst of some imaginar y

community.

game I was playing with my

when I drive by that old

cousins Emily and Elizabeth,

house

I dialed 911 on a phone I

it will still feel the same.

same

garage that he’s outgrown.

is

struggles.

fictitious. You, the human

(she

the

sized.

normally

normally

home

university

anything it taps into my

setting, and occasionally

Perr y,

bike

They’re tiny bikes in his

from

Each one is in the same

town

or

is

troubles

problems

charming

Annie

To that tiny human, their Their

girlfriend

it all looks car toonish and

owner house

his

Zoomout, friend, and your

In our family, we call the this

their (literally) tiny house?

are. The bike, the home,

can of

of

and chuckles, more than

sixteen:

warm

how

payment

light-hear tedness

of

bank

grandma’s

with

on

grins

place

memories six

my

a

fascinated

about

classic

a

lush

on

retirement However,

spring

break,

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CREATE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE third year aysha jerald

Yes, I know. Eighteen is perhaps a little too old

photo by emily haynie

So, I did.

to fulfill middle school fantasies. However, the

After less than a week’s

hidden wardrobe in my

wor th

b as e me nt

planning,

d i d n ’ t

my two best

“...I wanted to take me do something to Narnia daring and when I was eight. My exhilarating. I Hogwar ts School of wanted to run Witchcraft away.” a

n

friends and I flew to New Orleans, Louisiana. We

arrive eleven.

letter

stayed

in the hear t of the city

d

Wizardr y

of

for about a

didn’t

week, encountering the

when

I

was

Force of music, mythical-

And,

by

the

looking

witch-doctors,

time I reached sixteen,

and a few two-legged,

I

Force

fire-breathing beasts. I

was not with me and

had the best time of my

gave up all hope of

life, because I was no

becoming

longer waiting for my

realized

the

a

Jedi.

adventure. I was living it. I’d spent my whole life waiting for an adventure.

There are some of you

I convinced myself that

who

are

one day, I would escape

for

your

this mundane existence,

Stop waiting. The only

pick up my sword, wand,

way

and/or lightsaber, and

mundane

summersault

to

into

an

to take

alternate universe. Yet,

find

at

universe,

eighteen,

I

finally

realized my adventure was

running

late.

I

still

waiting

adventure. escape

this

existence chances.

your

is Go

alternate

create

your

own

adventure,

and

treat

yourself

to

a

wanted to do something

spontaneous

daring and exhilarating. I

Better late than never.

wanted

to

run

away.

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PRESERVATION

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fourth year lauren Linkowski

Statues have always been a funny concept to me. Flashback to five-year-old me pushing bangs out of my eyes for a clearer view, looking up at a 20-foot shining

sculpture of Honus Wagner in front of PNC Park, horrified that he

While I was relieved to know that Honus himself was not in fact trapped

was literally trapped alive under the coating of bronze.

in his own statue, it makes me wonder if he was trapped in his fame. When steps are taken

Reliving this extremely vivid memor y made me think more about the preser vation of life.

to validate someone’s existence or life accomplishments, are they forever trapped in that snapshot of themselves? I’m not talking about an embalming type of preser vation, but more so the way we choose to present ourselves online, to acquaintances in class, to people we see ever y TuesdayThursday walking the same route-- are we trapped by the nets we have

for ourselves? Are we spinning a stor y of truth, or little by little enclosing our true selvesww behind our own layer of brass? College is a time for exploration, and I don’t think we, as students, need to be completely sure of what our next steps are after we walk through the arch. I’m star ting to think that college is meant to expose us to the uncomfor table. Little experiences add up to push us down paths we never thought we would meander. Use these years, filled with their own challenges and successes, to find your true person, and give that person space to change. Don’t trap her in a mold, or coat him in precious metals, or encrust yourself in a “flawless” Instagram profile page. Leave yourself capable of shifting and growing to become who you want to be.

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