SAVERIN: Finish lines
I’m worried about the moment after the finish line. I want everyone to be okay.
SAVERIN: Reconsider SWUG
I don’t want to keep pinning everything that happens in the lives of senior women to one acronym.
SAVERIN: No technology Tuesday
You and the roommate and the boyfriend would all immediately realize that you were not paying real attention to anyone.
SAVERIN: Remember the birds
It’s easy, though, to fall into the habit of obsessing over and trying to calculate how a string of positions might lead to the next, and how one of those positions will someday be great and important.
SAVERIN: Floors happen
We started our sophomore September by writing “suite rules” on poster paper in multicolored Sharpies. We agreed on a select and varied few: Call your mothers, floss, it’s always okay to cry, wear a crown on your birthday and floors happen.
SAVERIN: The long hair is mine
In doing close to nothing, I was hoping for that accidental, “real” beauty, and if that didn’t work out, at least I would feel real. Or, more probably, accidental.
SAVERIN: On a night run
My night running spatial language helps me be fluent in play; it encourages me to stand on my head again, climb more trees, lie on the ground, and watch the sky move.