Nostalgia is one of those three dollar words that likes to sneak up on you and tear you to shreds without warning. And no, I’m not talking about the execution and pronunciation of the word itself; I’m talking about the feelings that it brings forth at what can only be described at the most inopportune… Continue reading 005. Nostalgia, Emotions, and Feelings, Oh My!
Public transportation takes on a life of its own over here in the DMV area (who knew that meant more than just Department of Motor Vehicles?). Overall, my experiences with buses and metros have been relatively pleasant, but I’m going to take you on a journey in case you don’t believe me. Metro life is… Continue reading (004). Learning on the ride[sic].
Being a student of Forensic Psychology means a lot more than just attending classes. There are seminars and conferences that are recommended as well, and the topics range from human resilience to violence to commencements. They are all interesting in their own way, and most of the time it the presentation goes longer than a… Continue reading (003). School, Work, and Seminars?
I’ve officially partaken in touristy, exploratory adventures and I could not be more proud of myself. I’ve gone out to drinks with a group of girls I hardly know, and I’ve watched Virginia Tech football more times than I can count. I’m having fun, and I’m living my life. Take that high school guidance counselor!… Continue reading (002). Explorations of the vaguest quality.
There’s something to be said about sleeping on an air mattress for almost a month. There’s even more to be said about practically wearing the same outfit every day, and hand-washing all your clothes because you don’t have enough to justify doing a load of laundry. It’s an experience, for sure. Makes me feel like… Continue reading (001). Settling doesn’t feel so bad.