When I wrote “What Would You Do for Your Dream School?” (The Hoya, April 5th 2015, A3), I had no idea that I would be writing a love letter to my future self. The idea of a dream school is something...
“Yo, bro, are you even straight?” I was walking up the stairs at a high school party, thinking about how much fun I was having and how much I had to pee when — bam — there it was. Someone had...
Those who know me best would never characterize me as a risk taker. I don’t ride rollercoasters, I refuse to drive when it’s raining and I go through bottles of Purell like it’s my job. I’m...
