BY EMMA STINSON
Trees are budding pinks and purples, people fill the quads in sun soaked bliss, and despite finals being less than a month away, the sweet spring breeze seems to blow away the stress. And yet as winter blooms into spring, I can’t help but feel a twinge of anxiety, something that tells me this change of seasons isn’t all that warm and refreshing.
BY SARAH LECK
I’ve been thinking a lot about paths recently.
It first came up a few months ago as I sat in my therapist’s office. I was panicking about not being on track to graduate with my class and stressing about not having what I deemed the “typical college experience.” She looked at me for a moment, then declared I simply did not have to follow the same path as everyone else. While everyone else was sprinting around the track, it was okay that I was walking slowly around the outside, picking daisies on my way to the finish line.