Recently, there came a troubling point in my relationship with sandwiches when I began to wonder exactly what counts as a sandwich. Seeking clarity, I looked up definitions of the sandwich in the Oxford...

For one-sixth of my life, I wore big metallic braces. From freshman year until long after I graduated from high school, the metal in my mouth fiercely dictated what I could eat. On Aug. 3, 2012, mere...

This past week, I violated one of my own cardinal rules of social media: Do not be involved in a political or ideological debate on Facebook. You know how when you’re scrolling through your Facebook...

When I was in middle school, I loved Anne Bradshaw’s Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants series. Those books taught me a lot about things I just didn’t experience myself: divorce, the death of a close...

Television shows face the challenge of being interesting and abnormal without being completely outside the realm of belief. A show that’s too much like real life would be boring — that’s why the...

My fascination with learning slang from past decades began this past summer. I was at home and jobless, so I had nothing to do for an awkward amount of time. Naturally, this simply turned my fascination...

Fall is a weird time of year here at Georgetown. The weather gods can’t quite decide if it’s autumn or not, Columbus Day has come and gone and the stress of midterms has even the most balanced and...

As Heidi Klum says, “One day you’re in, and the next day you’re out.” The model and "Project Runway" host was referring to fashion, but we music nerds know that a similar concept holds true in...

Some time ago, I was at a party and had to step away from the kitchen for a bathroom break. Upon returning, I found a few guests who had tried — unsuccessfully — to mix a drink of their own creation....

I recently got into a heated discussion with two of my closest friends at Georgetown, Edward Downey (COL ’12) and Katherine Gore (SFS ’13). In between doing no homework, watching TV and writing facilities...

Back in Rhode Island for winter break, I made the mistake of referring to D.C. as my home. Perhaps it was a Freudian slip, but my mom certainly did not find it amusing. Although my parents allowed me to...