I’ve discovered my very own superpower: the ability to turn into an extrovert. Coming to write for the Scribe as a shy individual has been such a change of paceRead more >
My junior year of high school, I was finishing basketball season and preparing for track and field. The arrival of spring meant spring sports starting and that also meant runningRead more >
The light outside the window dims. The wind begins to rattle at the shutters. Clouds pour over the mountains and spread across the sky. It’s finally time for rain. SpringRead more >
It feels like there is a longstanding college tradition that meeting members of the administration is a privilege reserved for only the top students. Only these top achievers get theRead more >
I write this article over spring break in between two presentations, an eight-page paper, a writing portfolio, three and a half jobs and a Shakespeare play. I wake up lateRead more >
When I lived in the dorms my freshman year, I was occasionally desperate for companionship. I spent long days cooped up in my room without ever seeing the light ofRead more >
It feels like everyone has something that they say they don’t like but never tried. For years, I avoided anime. It was something my friends got into, but I sworeRead more >
I grew up engrained in St. Patrick’s Day celebrations before I even knew my ancestry. My great-great-grandparents were Irish homesteaders in Colorado, so my mom loved to dress my sisterRead more >
On Feb. 16, I woke up to multiple texts and emails about a lockdown and shelter on campus with a potential shooter. I immediately messaged one of my friends thatRead more >
When I lived on campus my first two years at UCCS, I always felt safe. I disagreed with my roommates from time to time in San Juan, and I dealtRead more >