Author Archives: Chloe Drimal

At the end of the day it’s about human connection.

We can’t know that we made the right choices; we can only believe that we did our bests.

But maybe our generation does that too much. We look to the internet to find reasons for our flaws.

Hopefully our culture can go back to a time when we weren’t scared to share too much.

There may be no U-Hauls, but we are now able to cheer on our football team as they strut through our Tailgate Village — and damn do they look good in their pads and tight spandex (well, most of them). SAE boys may no longer lounge on couches in tweed jackets or grill hotdogs, but »

The other day I saw a little girl, not more than three-feet tall, talking to the empty street. It made me think of my friend Jared, a friend who hadn’t crossed my mind since I was seven. He was a friend that only I could see. Some people had one imaginary friend. I had five »

During our downward dogs in yoga class, our teacher explains that if we feel no love for something, we need to leave it behind. She goes on to say that on the other hand, if we hold even just a tiny hiccup of love for something, we need to hold onto it as tightly and »

By definition a SWUG is a senior washed-up girl, but I believe this explanation, given to us by Urban Dictionary, is inadequate. A SWUG, in reality, is so much more. You’ve all met one. They’re usually at penny shots promptly at 11 p.m. come Wednesday night, and are then found in Durfee’s around 1 p.m. »