My last class of senior year, coincidentally, took place in the same room I first entered in Dodge College. My time here was tied up in a bow like the end of a good movie.

Movies have the power to transport us to other worlds. I can’t help but feel like this magic is slowly slipping away from us.

I can’t help but think about the origins of these ‘cottagecore’ fashions and the time period in which they were worn.

Skincare routines and self-care have gotten out of hand — and are slowly verging into toxic territory.

Since spring break, Chapman has been test-driving the new hybrid system. Like a test drive, sometimes it’s just not the right fit.

I can only hope that meetings in the future will look like this panel — a room full of passionate women who love to create.

We’re on the last few pages of the owner’s manual and life is waiting for us.

I still cannot shake the thought in the back of my mind that anytime I go somewhere alone, I am putting myself in danger.

It’s been a full year now since classes first shut down due to COVID-19. The pandemic undoubtedly changed everyone.

I’ve gotten to the point where I could be cast in a romantic comedy as the girl who “hates weddings” but is reminded that love awaits her.

I’ll have plenty of human connections when I actually land the job, but I guess I'll have to make friends with a few AI robots first.

There is something so dystopian in looking at a child wearing a face mask. Sure, everyone is going through the thick of it. But I got to be a kid.

Meeting my perfect, tall, handsome-and-mysterious (and vaccinated) future boyfriend will have to happen another time.

It feels like I am losing a piece of my life that has inadvertently defined me for years. I’ve always been just a “student.”

Our university is automatically tied to John Eastman’s Jan. 6 speech that helped incite a riot. How does this affect my degree’s worth?

It’s up to individuals to be smart and sit out an activity they know won’t be safe – even if the government tells them everything is fine.

And standing six feet apart or more, Maybe next year we’ll invite friends to the door; I’ll spring onto Zoom, to call friends and family afar; Then our spirits lifted, that no quarantine could bar.

Just because we cherish this holiday doesn’t mean we should ignore the past.

Some people float through life somehow unscathed by COVID-19. Now is not the time to cut corners.

We’re going to call the election the right way – not Trump’s way – no matter how many days of counting it takes. Everyone's voice must be heard.