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Hello, fellow Christian. I pray that you are well and that this letter finds you in good spirits.
For the past two months, I have been studying more into the letters written by Paul and other apostles that make up the New Testament. They are both divinely inspired by God and deeply human. They teach us about our own Christianity because they are — like we all are—wrestling with what it means to be a Christ-follower. So, in the spirit of the letters, I write openly and honestly to you.
COVID-19 has officially landed in the United States. It’s been wreaking havoc in China since December of last year, and it’s finally made its way stateside. Which is why SNL spoofed the virus through a skit featuring the hot new show on Netflix, Love is Blind.
While it’s all fun and games until someone gets hurt kind of situation, there have been a lot of people getting hurt. Not only is this coronavirus taking people’s lives, but it’s also causing a whole different disease: xenophobia.
This semester, I had the the humbling opportunity to travel to Medellín, Colombia, in March to tell the stories of Venezuelan migrants who have left everything to seek better lives in another country. The people we met over our ten days were so warm and welcoming and above all, they remained hopeful that the would one day see their country again. I was truly touched and inspired by their optimism and hope.
It might feel like the problems that Venezuelans are facing right now have nothing to do with your own lives. You may think, I’m not living in South…
So, I don’t know about you, but I procrastibake. No, that wasn’t a typo, it’s a genuine word that people have now coined to talk about using baking as a means of shirking other responsibilities. And I have been guilty of procrastibaking quite frequently during senior year. It’s like my brain just doesn’t want me to work so instead, I bake.
I’ve made everything from box cakes to brownies to (semi-vegan) homemade mini cheesecakes. I’ve also learned how you can turn marshmallows into icing (because I forgot to buy icing), cooking oil and almond milk to make heavy cream (because…
If you don’t know about this cool website, then you definitely should check it out. The Wayback Machine from the Internet Archive is a comedy gold mine. You can look at any website that has been captured on the Internet Archive, including ones you’ve created. It’s an exercise in hilariousness and a reminder that the Internet was not a very aesthetic place in the very beginning.
Obviously, the Wayback Machine can’t completely teleport you back in time. Instead it shows you snapshots of what the Internet looked like back then. As you can see in the snapshot above, my first…
I did it. I achieved the unachievable: I got to Inbox ZERO! It was a journey (I had over 2,000 emails in my inbox), but after about two hours of slugging away, I achieved that beautiful milestone. To help you reach your Inbox Zero (whether literally or metaphorically), here are some quick tips so you can achieve email serenity.
Want to sort through your email quickly? Create some rules! Gmail is smart enough to create filters for your emails as long as you set some parameters like who is the sender, the subject, keywords, etc. It’s an easy way to…
So, I took some grad photos on Monday. It was kind of weird going around campus in my regalia, but I wasn’t alone. As a group of Seniors with champagne bottles made their way across McCorkle Place, my housemate and I posed for pictures in front of the Old Well, a symbol of UNC since the beginning of the university. It’s not lost on me that thousands of other UNC students have sat exactly where I am and taken the exact same photos, but for me, I feel different.
Hola, mi amigos!
I’ve had the amazing opportunity and privilege to travel around Medellín, Colombia with MEJO 584. We’re an international projects journalism class focused on telling international stories. This year’s project deals with the ongoing Venezuelan migrant crisis and the stories of those who have traveled across the border into Colombia in search of a better life.
I am so proud to be a member of this amazing team of multimedia journalists. Here are just a few photos of the city, behind the scenes and cityscapes. And don’t forget to check out Uprooted: Venezuelan Families Flee to Colombia!
Disclaimer: The views and opinions expressed below are my own. I am not a licensed clinical psychologist, so please don’t take the words I say below as a way to diagnose your own mental health. Talk to a health care professional if you feel as if you have symptoms of depression
Some days, I’m on top of the world. I feel invincible and strong and smart and powerful. Other days, I hardly want to get out of bed and feel so sad and down that I just want my life to be over.
As I sat in the padded seats surrounded by my friends in the Varsity Theater on Franklin Street to watch the final UNC-Duke game of my undergraduate career, I thought back to my first year, where I watched as Marcus Paige, Brice Johnson, Justin Jackson, Kennedy Meeks, Isaiah Hicks and a young Luke Maye fell to the hands of the Duke Blue Devils on home court.
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