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A semester abroad is not a semester away from life--and that's okay.

I believe that my depression has shaped me into a different person, a stronger person. Depression is not a weakness, and I don't think enduring it is anything but a testament to your own strength.

As ÍøÆØ³Ô¹Ï prides itself on its activist history, today we used our agency as activists on this campus.

The post in which I reveal that I have no idea why I'm a psych major.

To some, declaring their major is a huge ordeal. For me, it was just signing a form.

We took time to reflect on how our lives have changed over the past few months. I've only recently begun to realize that my going to college was as big a deal for my parents as it was for me.

To me, the inside of Mudd feels like an ode to the joys (and maybe pains, but I'm not going to focus on that) of education and the process of forming one's own ideas.

ÍøÆسԹÏ's recitals are hilarious, heartfelt, and keep me going when the semester gets busy.

My decision to spend my undergraduate years at ÍøÆØ³Ô¹Ï wasn't quite the storybook tale, but it did end with a happily ever after.

The environment and community I've found here in ÍøÆØ³Ô¹Ï is one I wouldn't trade for a nine-foot Steinway.

How Admissions handles Travel Season: pranks.

Every time I encounter a prospective student visiting campus I am asked the inevitable question, "What is your least favorite thing about ÍøÆسԹÏ?" Here's a post about how I think through that question.