Recently, my Facebook newsfeed was inundated with statuses about Spring Break. And while admittedly I may be slightly jealous as I stare at rain all week, I can’t say I miss that time of my life. Because I know what comes next…
The job search.
Marketing students across the country are gearing up to graduate college, which means they’re diving head face-first into the job search. It’s stressful, messy, and requires an iron will and the ability to forgive yourself for the amount of stress eating you’ll do.
It’s 9 p.m. and after a long day at work, you’re taking some time to unwind with a glass of wine. You feel relaxed… calm… happy. In fact, you’re in just the right mood to… shop?
For as long as I can remember, the structure of an English argument paper has been ingrained in my mind. You have your intro where your thesis resides, oftentimes in the last sentence. Then you have your body paragraphs, which contain your supporting evidence. Then there’s your conclusion, in which you restate your thesis and wrap up your piece.
Lately, it seems like we’ve been bombarded by terrible news. Every time I turn on the TV or even glance at Twitter, there’s a barrage of horrifying stories. UVA student Hannah Graham went missing, and last week they found her remains. ISIS continues to terrorize innocent people. Violence rages on in Syria.
It’s like a constant gut punch, and I shouldn’t even be surprised that it’s coming. But I am. Every time, I am.
I can’t escape it, and I can’t change it.
Fall is well upon us, which means one thing:
Despite being a huge football fan, I never understood the appeal of the Fantasy phenomenon. “Wait, you play a virtual game with NFL players… you mean like The Sims?”
Yet every year, I felt like I was missing out. Something huge was happening that I wasn’t a part of and I wanted in. So this season, I joined a random Yahoo league, named a team, and boom! I’ve become part of the craze.
Turns out, everything I thought about Fantasy Football was wrong. Sure it’s like The Sims…. The Sims on steroids.