Limerence Was A Harsh Mistress.. 2The Philosopher Character

“Going to college was just an excuse to go find me a husband but don’t tell anyone,” Marianna said laughing fixing up her earpiece. Leaving her mom at the train station sobbing, she went off to Tabor College in Kansas. When she entered college all of her emotions hit her at once she felt nervous but, she also felt excited to start a new chapter in her life. Entering college was one of those moments when you have the spotlight on you and you feel everyone is judging you .Luckily she had one of the closest friends you can possibly have, a sister. That’s when her and her sister’s journey began.

We did everything and anything, never taking a break from an adventure. It was all new to me, yet felt so familiar, it was home. Mornings were spent exploring the unknown campus and nights were spent at parties meeting new people I would come to call my bestfriends. We enjoyed the cards college dealt us and it’s “work hard play hard” mentality. Everything was on the table, it was just a matter of how you roll the die. I have never experienced a week quite like it, the summer air still rolls through my senses as the anthem, Closer, whispers in my ear. By the time I got home I was covered in the memories of the scorching frat house basement and mutual friends I came to know. Everything was

Sophomore year turned out to be the worst year that I’ve experienced in all my 16 years and 3 months of living. Remember when I said that the advice given to me by one of my teachers was engraved to the deepest part of my brain? That means that I didn’t remember that until a couple of months ago. But, it was already too late. I was already knee-deep in the mess I created.

An undecided future, the string of switching majors, the unsureness as a whole. All this was flooding her mind at once. She was unsure of what she saw herself becoming in this world of open doors and diverse opportunities. Six years spent finding herself and what she strived for. She sat reminiscing of the years gone by as she collected the small slip of paper that was her one true piece to prove her feats.

I have always felt a disconnection from family, and, coupled with my misanthropic tendencies, for most of my formative years I was raised by the internet and television--a foster child of escapism. I continued like this for most of my life until my Junior year in high school. During the transition to my Junior year my normal modes of escapism faded away, and alone with the echo of my thoughts I was at my lowest point: my grades were below what I could achieve due to my negligence, my pride and self-doubt swallowed me, and I had succumbed to the usual trappings of adolescent arrogance. I want to say that I had an epiphany, or that I over night I changed into the changing man I am today, but that isn’t true. Though, through the streets of my

It’s a well known fact that college is one of the most memorable experiences in life, and one of the most anticipated. I had interviewed David Tanaka about his college adventure. He’s witty, energetic young man working as a sixth grade social studies teacher at Kalama Intermediate. He was my sixth grade English teacher, the best one I’ve ever had. We were really close in my first year of middle school, mostly because I didn’t really have friends at the time so I always hung out in his classroom. I got dropped off at Kalama after school a few days ago and walked inside his classroom, pausing when I saw a bunch of teachers inside, talking. Some of the them had had me as a student, so it was a nice reunion. Once they filed out of the classroom, I interviewed Mr. Tanaka, who was a little preoccupied with eating the Lilikoi muffin I brought for him.

Leah was saddened that her college life would soon be over, but she couldn’t wait to close this chapter in her life.

Rushing my senior year, I couldn’t wait to start college. On May 30th 2015, I walked across the stage graduating from high school anticipating this new journey. Looking forward to college parties, new faces, and new opportunities I could hardly sleep. After getting settled into my dorm, I began to tour my new home. Excited young men and women crowded my vision, and I knew we all had one thing in common: we were entering into a whole new world in which we knew nothing about. If only there was someone who could have prepared us for the long lines in the financial aid office, or how we would grow tired of the cafeteria food, or even how to dress for Texas’ bipolar weather. No one informed us on how to survive.

Who knew the blankest day of my life would induce the most significant changes of my adolescent life? Definitely not I when I took that sip that would indirectly spill all of my disobedient affairs and fresh promiscuous experiences I obtained within that summer. The summer before freshman year was my summer of experimental escapades and selfish bliss. Being adopted by my austere and unsympathetic aunt April and being a canny and inquisitive, fourteen year old, teenage girl cause conflict for our living situation, lifestyles, and relationships. Therefore, the move wasn’t abrupt, but one specific decision expedited a revolution in my existence.

The weekend was going to create a new, more ambitious, start in my life. I didn’t want to hide anymore, but I didn't want to be someone who was an attention seeker. Learning how to let my voice be heard without judgment was one of the greatest feelings. Even though I became more outgoing, spontaneous, and learned how to live life to the fullest, I realized I was still lacking one thing. Strength. Putting on a fake smile is effortless, but once the door is closed, you start to see true colors; and that’s exactly what had happened to me towards the middle of my junior year. I stayed strong throughout school and around my peers, but once I made it home, I would start questioning every aspect, every action of life. It seemed like if something went wrong, it happened all at once, leaving me with this huge mess called life. This world we live in is a beautiful insanity, and learning how to live it to the fullest is something that we will never figure out; you will always have the ‘gray’

“It was a few years into my post college career. I had all a man could ask for in life, a beautiful wife, a three-year-old daughter with another on the way, and, most importantly, a stable job working as a mechanical engineer at Intel. Life was simple. The job paid enough for the family, the house, and a little extra to spend on a small vacation each year and opportunities to eat out once a week. It was a quaint life I had settled into, but it was routine. While time marched forever on and on, I began

You walk through the halls of your junior high school one last time. Every memoire seems as if it’s shooting at you all at once. First boyfriend, great teachers most of all though great friendships. We are starting our life if we know it or not. Everything will change. This summer I’m determined to get my glow up. Having so many friends you see how they’ve changed and yet here I am, still the same me I was my first year here. Nothing's changed except maybe my face blew up. Fun right, haha yeah it’s great.

Every day as I walk towards all of my classes and feel the thousands of people around me, I remind myself that it wasn’t always like this. Who would have known that a boy from a small pueblo in the tropical island of Puerto Rico would end up going to the largest university in the state of Tennessee. As a young man, never in a million years would I have imagined my life to be the way it is now and it began ten years ago on the day that my family and I landed in the Nashville airport. Excitement filled all of our hearts for this new beginning, and the first memory I have was when we first stepped out of the airport that December afternoon. There was something different about the way the air and the sun felt on my skin. Almost as if the air had

College and life after will become increasingly harder as time goes on, facing many more challenges and life-changing events. Failing is inevitable in the future. Just like the time when Eddie failed his teller test several times, I won’t let test failures hold me down, and instead will learn from them and keep trying. Firings from his job, deaths in his family, and any other circumstance didn’t define him, and instead, he kept going on. During college and throughout my life, I’ll continue what I’ve done for many years; make friends. I’ve always enjoyed meeting people and forming new relationships, and like Mr. Rivera spoke about many times, one day, one of those people could lead me to an opportunity that I couldn’t reach on my own. I won’t hesitate to try and talk to others either, because at any point, I could get an opportunity, just as he did with the barber shop

After reading the email that sat within my inbox, I had discovered that I had been granted the opportunity to visit Wake Forest University, while participating in a program designed for rising juniors and seniors called LENS. My shyness and apprehension outweighed my initial yearning for what I presumed would be the college experience. I hadn’t anticipated the flight to North Carolina or the three weeks that I would have to spend with others who I had never met. As I arrived, I remember the swarm of parents that carried heaps of bags filled with their children’s clothing, whereas my parents were three thousand miles away. I had quickly decided that I no longer wanted to meet with other students and I awaited the plane ride back home, yet the