We’ve all heard the phrases, “I’m so OCD about this,” or, “That makes me so depressed,” used in jest to pass off an odd behavior or to describe something that makes you sad. Even worse than this is, “You’re psycho!” when laughing with a friend who’s done something quirky. We’re…

Remember when protests first began following the murder of George Floyd and protesters calling for justice for him and all who have faced similar brutality were met with police hostility and tear gas? Remember the thousands of protests across the United States being thrown in jail for using their free…

In many ways, 2020 so far has been one of the most turbulent years of all time. From Covid-19 rearing its ugly head at the start of the year to the beginnings of quarantine in March, the pandemic has redefined what it means to live “normally.” …

Sesame Street is notorious for teaching children basics such as counting and spelling, and has recently been recognized for tackling stigmatized and taboo subjects within society such as feminism, homelessness, and racial inequality. …

I was first introduced to Ben Platt in September 2013 by my best friend, Alexa. She and I met the first day of play rehearsal in our freshman year of high school, and the conversation went something like this: Me: Hi, I’m Tori! …

Think about a time you did something nice for someone else. It could be holding the door for them, paying for their coffee when they forget their money in their car, etc. Now think about your motives for doing this- was it solely to be a nice person and put…

When I was growing up, I wanted to be just like my mom. I wanted to inherit her stage whisper and too-loud, borderline inappropriate laugh. I listened to all the music she liked, becoming the self-acclaimed biggest seven-year-old Def Leppard fan. I wanted my first dog to be a white Akita…

Starting a new school is one of the most anxiety-inducing things one could do. From here, there are levels how you can make your life more stressful. One of these things include transferring universities in your junior year when you have practically no idea what you want to be when…

To my mother’s sun-faded sketchers on the back steps of my childhood home: My father mows the lawn in the backyard and I spectate from beside you. I sit on steps that have seen many tears, many fights, many of my mother’s signature campfires in the pit right off the…