As a phoenix dies and then is reborn from its ashes, so is my hope for you. My aspiration for you this year is that you would form from the ashes and rise to the occasion. In this, I am referring to your education.
From the middle of September to the middle of October, we celebrate National Hispanic Heritage month with the goal of showing the importance of diversity, not only here on campus but nationally as well.
Coming to college is overwhelming, even for returning students. There’s packing to do, arrangements to make, schedules to put in order and shopping to get done. In addition to stress there is also excitement. You get to make new friends and see old ones.
When Robin Williams committed suicide earlier this year, everyone was suddenly involved in the family’s private affairs. Everyone is discussing Jennifer Lawrence’s nude photos, and, as she told Vanity Fair, even people she knew and loved had looked at the photos.
My phone buzzes and a message from my friend pops up, asking if I want to watch a movie tonight. I sigh in frustration; mere minutes ago I made plans with another group of friends, despite the fact that I will be working down to the wire on Saturday.
I am pro-women, in every sense of the statement. I am pro-women working outside of the home. I am pro-women being mothers and doctors, at the same time. I am pro-women earning equal pay. I am pro-women receiving the health care they need.
I used to miss entire school days in order to get family visas in Ecuador. Spending rainy afternoons bickering over paperwork about whether we, as missionaries, deserved to stay in the country got old fast.
We were horseback, surrounded by hounds with all of our dreams on our shoulders. As we raced the bends of the hill we cut through the crisp clean air, calming the scorching heat that lurched on our backs. My horse and I were galloping like we were leaving the world behind.