For the past three years, I’ve spent my Thanksgiving and winter breaks working seasonal retail at the mall and for the past three years, I’ve dreaded my day every time I pulled into the parking lot of the Park City Mall.
First off, I would like to publicly proclaim my love for Shakespearean literature. I actually enjoyed reading “Hamlet” (it’s about noble self-sacrifice and succession of power, people!). However, when I saw “King Lear” performed a couple of years ago I was bored to tears. I found it lifeless. As soon as I heard that Christopher…
And so it begins. The beginning of the end. Three years have really flown by. I know it seems cliche, but it seems like only yesterday that I was auditioning and filling out college applications. So much has changed in three years.
I find myself choosing classes for the beginning of my final year at Seton Hill University (SHU.) Even though I still three semesters to go, I wrote a lot of this reflection back in December.
“College Girl” appeared in the Setonian mailbox. I volunteered to read it because I’ve done book reviews in the past. I try to keep an open mind when I read, surrendering myself to enjoy even the most terrible writing-I admitted to being a “Twilight” fan last fall. I began reading “College Girl” with the same…
1. Cha Sa-Soon, a 68-year-old South Korean woman, has failed her driver’s license test 778 times. Perhaps I shouldn’t feel so bad about the amount of times it took me to pass. Six doesn’t seem like so many anymore.
In May of 2008, I had to take a break from the Parisian splendor surrounding me, sit down by the Seine, and begin reading a text book. Why? Because I’m a double major, and the only way that I could possibly graduate on time is to take core classes over the summer.
On Tuesday, February 17th, hundreds gathered in Westmoreland County Community College (WCCC) Youngwood’s auditorium to hear Bernice King, the youngest daughter of Martin Luther King Jr., speak on a variety of issues.
I never realized how many historic events I’ve lived through until just recently. I remember when Princess Diana was killed. I had been fascinated by her as a child; she was my hero. She died on my tenth birthday. I cried. I still have a poster of her hanging in my bedroom at home.
In May of 2008, I had to take a break from the Parisian splendor surrounding me, sit down by the Seine, and begin reading a text book. Why? Because I’m a double major, and the only way that I could possibly graduate on time is to take core classes over the summer.