Tag: Life
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You Don’t Know What You Got . . .
By: Theo Burke As I graduate, besides memories and friends, I am leaving behind the awesome Portland State student health insurance. I’ve written about this before, now I’m experiencing the difference. Since I don’t know what job is coming down the pike or what kind of health insurance it might carry, I’ve applied for individual insurance…
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| Spring |
by Sierra Pruitt Spring time always make people giddy and it’s one of the best things I get to witness during this season. Being in Portland, I absolutely love the days of sunshine because people are outside enjoying what we don’t get enough of. But I have also came to the conclusion that we need…
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Who would want to take summer classes?
By: Mario Quintana The majority of people wait all year for summer to arrive and perhaps even more so students.After months of class, hours of studying, and weeks of cloudy days, summer is ever so calming.For those who work and go to school, it is a relief to have less stress and responsibilities to deal…
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Call Campus Security? Maybe not.
Over Christmas, as I returned to my car at 2 a.m., I was approached by four muscular campus security officers, in three patrol cars. It was a little scary. Someone had called in a complaint about a man “trying to break into the library, wearing a hoody.” I had returned some books to the Millar Library dropbox,…
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Isn’t there an easy button for life?
By: Mario Quintana It’s only been recently that I have given much thought on what may follow after I graduate. I find it hard to believe that four years ago I stepped onto this campus and thought it would seem forever before I found myself at commencement. I like many students, had my share of…
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Hey little girl, what do you want to be when you grow up?
By Emily Skeen In the immortal words of Jason Robert Brown, “I stand on a precipice, I struggle to keep my balance.” The dictionary defines a precipice as “a very steep rock face or cliff, typically a tall one”. This seems fitting to me because the metaphorical precipice in question is my transition between college…
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You don’t look like a lesbian
“Hey,you’re pretty cute. Do you give out your phone number?” he asked. “No, I have a girlfriend,” I replied flatly, hoping he would leave me alone. “Oh, you’re a lesbian? That’s cool. I couldn’t even tell. You don’t look like a lesbian”. End of conversation. There are so many things that I wanted to say…
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My potent summer
There were days when I could not think but only feel, there were nights when I could not sleep but only remember. I would walk among the multitudes of people in Portland lost in the past, lonely in the present, and fearing the future. Young or old, man or woman, love is universal. I was…
