During my first year, I lost track of how many times I heard my roommates complain about Western Washington University’s Math 112 class.
I was scrolling through TikTok when I noticed people drumming up excitement for the new “Mean Girls” movie.
For some, horror comes once a year, arriving in October alongside yellowing leaves and a sharp breeze. Others keep the macabre close all year long, watching scary movies in their free time and flipping through the pages of a horror novel while drinking their morning coffee.
It’s hard not to feel a sense of adventure when reading of steel singing against steel, horse hooves squelching in a muddy charge. Fantasy encapsulates adventure. It throws you into a new world with concepts to uncover and fresh characters to discover.
In early December, my roommates and I decided to watch the movie “Saltburn” in theaters. After we endured the infamous nude dancing scene and the credits rolled, my roommate Olivia stood up and said disappointedly, “that movie was literally ‘The Talented Mr. Ripley’ but worse.”
As I drove up to Mi Rancho Meat Market for the first time in the early summer of 2023, I saw countless posters and signs, advertising tacos for $1. My initial thought was, how can these tacos be good if they're so cheap?
“We regret to inform you that your story just isn’t the right fit for us.” As a writer, I rejoice and celebrate in the wake of this declaration. I feel blasphemous saying this. I’ve received more than enough of these rejections, and every time, I get that heart-dropping disappointment I’m sure everyone else shares.
Have you ever felt dissatisfied with your formal education? That you learned Shakespeare’s first name or memorized the periodic table, but not anything practical?
From students regularly screening their own movies at theaters like the Pickford Film Center to playing at venues like the Karate Church, it is safe to say that creativity runs through the veins of Western Washington University students.
I may not be welcome in my home after this article is published. All three of my roommates love Madonna. Over the past two weeks, we launched into a series of debates – somewhat friendly, more parts fiery – over her music.
Look, I know the word “jazz” can be a turn-off. It is played in the most dull situations – when you’re in the elevator, on hold with an agent or, worst of all, in the waiting room at the dentist.
I was probably 10 years old. I zigzagged through the metal poles and balconies of a play structure, evading my dad in a game of tag. Jimmy Cliff’s sweet, melodic voice pumped in my ears through an iPod.
I have been painting and drawing since I could hold a crayon. Art was an important part of my life growing up, and is still at 21. When I create things now, I mostly do it for an outcome, a finished piece. I sometimes forget that the artistic process can be so much more than just the satisfaction of a final painting.
One of my favorite things about Washington, and Bellingham in particular, is that you need not go far to find yourself deep in the woods.
Many of us attend the weekly Bellingham Farmers Market held each Saturday in downtown’s Depot Market Square. Offering food, art and clothing, it’s long been one of my favorite weekend outings in my 17 years living in Bellingham.
A lot of people say I have an old soul. They likely mean that in the sense I enjoy old turns of phrase, dress like a professor and have esoteric, antiquated interests.
College students face no shortage of stressors. Classes, assignments, jobs and friends all start to add up as the quarter progresses. The cacophony of new responsibilities, obligations and distractions are hard to work through.
Do you have a hard time allowing yourself to unwind or relax? You certainly aren’t alone. It can feel impossible to step away from an assignment or to take a break after work before you start your next project.
The medium of note-taking seems like a trivial topic. Some people type their notes, others hand write them, and that's all there is to it – at least, that's what I thought.
I live a bit far off campus, as it happens. It’s often inconvenient to go home in between classes or work, giving me some time to kill on a weekday afternoon.
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