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2,103,840 minutes in Oxford
By Abbey Elizondo | 12 hours agoMy first thought: That number has to be wrong. My second thought: How would I know where I want to go to college yet? I was only 16 years old. And yet here I am, 22 years old, about to graduate with two degrees and 2,103,840 minutes of memories at a university two hours away from home and everything I knew.
An open letter to self-conscious dumpster fires
By Devin Ankeney | 20 hours agoThe past four years of my life, in the whirlwind of college, in the oversight-free environment of young adulthood, have not been the “best four years of my life.”
Hello, goodbye and thank you
By Macey Chamberlin | YesterdayI recognized the name from the newspapers we’d been plastering on the ceiling of our room out of sheer boredom. Being a pre-communication design student myself, and Alice a journalism student, we thought we might as well find out more. Flash forward a year and four months later, and I stepped into my position as design editor.