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If you know anything about me, you may know me for my comedic demeanor and dislike of taking myself too seriously. I walk with a spring in my step, and I am usually the chattiest kid in class spreading good vibes around campus. But the past few weeks have brought hardship into my life, and it's a little difficult to keep up my bubbly persona.
Crowded department stores, stunning light displays, Hallmark holiday movies — these are just a handful of things you might think of during the month of December. It’s easy to get caught up in the commercialism and frenzy that’s so prevalent this time of year. There may be an unspoken competition your parents have with their siblings to provide the most elaborate dish at a family gathering and midnight shopping binges to get the best deals on the best clothes your sister is going to wear twice before giving away.
The holiday season brings lots of joy into our lives — twinkly lights, decadent food, and a valid excuse to wear fuzzy socks to class — but a handful of pitfalls too. Crowded Target parking lots and an obligation to buy someone a $10 gift for a Secret Santa you didn’t volunteer for come to mind, but there’s nothing I detest more about the holidays than run-ins with relatives that leave your skin crawling with irritation.
Day drinks are being ditched for tailgates, herds of Carolina girls are preparing their group Halloween costumes — October has really set in at Elon, and I am thousands of miles away. In fact, I am writing this in an email while sailing through the Gulf of Guinea, just a few miles away from the equator; but, I have seen enough fall semesters at Elon to know that some things never change.
Your countdown app has reached its final date, your final goodbyes have been made and your car has been packed in places you didn’t know you could squeeze everything into. It’s time to live out your fantasies and move into the most beautiful place in the world where you’ll surely create a lifelong bond with your roommate and meet your future husband, an upperclassman football player who volunteers to carry in one of your boxes and, maybe you, too. You can almost hear Hillary Duff’s “What Dreams Are Made Of” bumping as you roll up to campus to start your dream life – the one that will totally go exactly the way you had planned, no questions asked.
It likely comes as a surprise to absolutely no one that we live in a digital age.
As the trees bloom and the spring months dwindle, each day brings me closer to a momentous event in my life — one where I am afraid to mix navy blues with blacks and struggle to try a new flavor of ice cream.
Every student at Elon University is familiar with the concept of the “Elon bubble” and all that it entails — the idea that students at this university find themselves sticking around on the weekends, attending the same parties, having breakfast at the same dining hall and going to bed at the same time Sunday night. Come Monday, they do the whole monotonous week again.
The world and all of its inhabitants love using Millennials as a punching bag for blame. Other generations tend to pin fault on this young, innovative and self-concerned sector of society for its handful of flaws.
I’ve grown up in a world that is over-sensitized to bodies.
We see it all the time here, in the land of acorns and squirrels: a peer sports a backpack covered in pins and buttons boasting their heinous spread of campus involvement, including SPARKS, SGA, 110 percent sorority allegiance, SUB, Club Soccer — you get the gist — and drops it down on the seat next to you in your 2:20 class. Then they bore the student on the other side of them with a conversation you know all too well:
Maybe you’ve seen yaks about it, heard chatter about it or been directly affected by its abstract presence, but the stereotypes in our Greek community revolving around one “tier system” have simply got to go.
Another day, another scroll through your Facebook feed. It’s not long before you stumble upon a controversial video, shared by your lab partner from sophomore year of high school, with more than 40 comments from fuming adversaries who evidently think their opinion is superior.
We’ve all been there: a busy party or reunion with family and friends, just trying to make it to the bathroom for a moment of silence when the sister of your aunt’s cousin begins lightly interrogating you and poses the question, “So, are you dating anyone?”
We see it all the time here, in the land of acorns and squirrels. A peer sports a backpack covered in pins and buttons boasting their heinous spread of campus involvement, including SPARKS, Student Government, 110 percent sorority allegiance (and here’s a thing that bothers me: you statistically cannot be 110 percent anything, so now we’re just being inaccurate. And yes, I do own one, but it doesn’t mean I agree with the diction) , SUB, Club Soccer — you get the gist — and drops it down on the seat next to you in your 2:20 p.m. class. Then they bore the student on the other side of them with a conversation you know all too well:
“The next episode of 'Grey’s Anatomy' will play in 15 seconds,” you read on your screen as Netflix churns out the next chapter in the McDreamy saga.
We live in a world with seven billion people with millions of likes, dislikes, experiences, interests and hobbies.