Grill Night

A practice so routinized, so sacred, it might as well be church Every Wednesday at 6:30 p.m. the grill comes out. My house of fifteen comes together to remind our frat boy neighbors that women do in fact belong in the kitchen on the grill. Cooking for fifteen is no easy task. It is a… Continue reading Grill Night

Less Than a Month

4 weeks until I walk across the stage and away from UCSB. I am ready. I could not fathom another year of registering for classes, having stand-offs with random Isla Vista strangers for parking spots, or walking to class in a sweatshirt when it becomes immediately clear that I should’ve left the house in a… Continue reading Less Than a Month

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