The Dinosaur in My Living Room

Dad carries the little desk and sets it down in the kitchen. As if it’s just an ordinary desk. It was built in 1720, predating the Industrial Revolution. Mom and Dad show me how to find the clues to unlock its secrets. See here, the nicks in the wood along the edges? Made by knife,…

Discovering My Family History

I didn’t want to write about this, because it’s so personal. But I think it’s important to let people see stuff like this, so here we are. My Creative Writing major (which my brother insists will condemn me to the barista life) requires a twenty- to twenty-five-page piece of creative writing. I chose to write…

Confronting Mediocrity: A Reflection

I was Secretary of the SGA from fall of 2016 to spring of 2017– basically, my entire sophomore year. During that time, I noticed that Agnes Scott had an accessibility issue, in that it wasn’t accessible at all for Deaf and hard of hearing students. I wanted to change that by introducing a software to…

Study Abroad in Context: A Reflection

Last semester, I spent six months in France studying history and literature. At first, I had a difficult time adjusting to the cold winter and the constant rain. But once I found a good group of friends, and found my footing in French, I could navigate the city like a natural. Living in a completely…

From Tutor to Teacher: A Reflection

I have been tutoring at the CWS for three years. When I first started, I was so nervous, I wouldn’t give an honest critique of anyone’s work. I had tutored papers before, for friends at school and family members. But a total stranger was a whole new ballgame, and I spent a while adjusting, as…