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It is so much easier to notice the things in need of improvement than it is to acknowledge the good things in life. Specifically, I have been thinking a lot about Cairn lately.   The number of times I have opened my mouth and uttered complaints about the weird smell

A few years ago, I shared an article on my Facebook page entitled “Not Everyone is Beautiful.” I was immediately hooked because of its controversial title—I can appreciate a little political incorrectness—and was even more struck by its content. You can go read it for yourself HERE, but the gist

What does it mean to have life all together? Does it mean that you have nothing going wrong in life at all? The first question seems to imply that every person on Earth solely controls their life on their own and that external, unforeseen events do not happen to them.

“I look pretty horrible in this picture, but my friends will only be able to see it for a maximum of 10 seconds, so I’ll just add it to my story.”   Snapchat’s appeal lies in its promise that you can send a picture to an individual, or add it

As the year draws to its close tomorrow night, we are all given the opportunity to reflect on all of the highs and the lows of 2016.  From racial tensions, the presidential election, and the deaths of so many beloved individuals, it is safe to say that 2016 has been

Christmas break is one of the most anticipated times of year for a college student. Sleep, seeing family, resting from daily assignments and studying—these are just a few of the activities that grace Christmas break. Yet once Christmas time comes to end, and the new year is well underway, break

Cairn University: population around 1,300. That, readers, is SMALL. Maybe you attended a high school where the total enrollment was 13 students per class. Or maybe you attended a middle school, like myself, whose population was 1,700 students. Regardless, you now attend a small college. And like any school, there

Cairn’s boulder-billboard caught my eye today. It was decked out in some metallic silver spray paint, and had some black script scrawled across it. I mulled over the mantra tattooed on the boulder’s face, “Comfort is a slow death,” and wondered. At first viewing, I thought that perhaps the rock

Kyle Castner— that’s him. My brother. No, he’s not my twin. I’m a year and a half older. Some people say it’s the eyebrows that make us look alike, others say it’s the mouth. Honestly, I have a hard time seeing the resemblance most of the time. Kyle and I

There has been a somewhat epidemic raging our campus. It is not something you can catch in the air, but it almost seems that you can. I, like so many others, have a concussion. Even as I am writing this article now, I am having a difficult time as my