NewYear
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At my high school graduation, on a swelteringly hot day in June, I wore black. The field house where all the graduates-to-be were waiting in lines for the ceremony to commence was a conglomeration of the colour white, speckled with the deep emerald polyester of billowing graduation gowns. Tradition and implicit social norms explicate the…
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It is my first post of 2017! Hello, new year! Hello, resolutions that will likely peter out by February! Please, stay awhile! (Especially you flaky resolutions. I see you loitering by the door). This year is different in that I, like I’m sure many people have, grown up a great deal. I am not setting…
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Standing at the threshold of major change, I find myself perpetually engulfed in the heart-rending current of nostalgia. Why is it that forward motion often compels us to turn around and check the dust flying up in our wake? If there is one granule of wisdom I wish to share with those still floundering in the paradoxical swiftness and sluggishness that…
Eliana Jordan 
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