By: Jaime Marie
Ten years old and finally tall enough for the grown-up roller coasters, my friends and I headed to the amusement park. We found ourselves at “Serial Thriller,” a ride with seven full circle loops and lightning fast speeds. Waiting in the seat with my feet dangling in the air, my heart beat started to accelerate. Butterflies maniacally danced in my stomach and my mind raced with “what if” questions as I imagined everything that could go wrong.
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By: Shannen Garza
I am far too acquainted with Ramen noodles. Not only did I enjoy this budget-friendly meal throughout my childhood, but it was also a staple for me during my college years as I strained to learn how to skillfully budget my earnings. During my undergrad, it also served as a stealthy distraction from actually studying for my finals, because fixing someone a bowl of soup totally counts as productivity, right?
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By: Shannen Garza
Mary Poppins ruined my life. At some point, a child has to accept that a bottomless carpetbag does not exist, and there is, in fact, a physical limitation of how many things you can fit inside of a backpack. This is an important concept to submit to when you've just stepped off of an airplane and committed to traveling for two weeks across Europe with nothing but...a backpack.
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