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I didn’t plan on going to the
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When I was younger I was terrified of tornadoes. This might not seem relevant. While researching the telltale signs of tornadoes (green sky, funnel clouds, etc.), I came across a little known fact:
My college search was pretty superficial. I didn’t care enough to look past location and school newspaper status. I had ruled out UMass, but my mom’s best friend had visited with her daughter a few years back and loved the school. This was solely because of the duck pond. So, on a trip to see my sister play field hockey in
We got there too late to catch a tour. And, although it was only October, it was already snowing. But I was impressed by the 28-story library. Little did I know how few books occupied each floor. So on the basis of The Daily Collegian, the
I wasn’t going to go to graduation. I spent my last semester of college in
I keep trying to think about what I could possibly do for my last weekend in
It’s hard to conclude my college career outside of the newsroom, outside of the hemisphere. I guess it’s safe to say despite the circumstances that brought me to UMass,
A couple days ago I visited a man named P’Biekbamrung. He works as an NGO [non-governmental organization]. In Thailand NGO’s are oddly enough individuals. He poured me a cup of local, Isaan beer, complete with ice because every drink in
He said I have tried other beers so my memories stop me from enjoying Isaan beer. He told me that I need to ‘strike a balance between my internal and my external beings before I can be partial.’ ‘
He told me, ‘Every beer is good for different people, different tastes and different memories.’
I think that applies to a lot of things.
Melissa Garber was a Collegian editorial/opinion editor and columnist, and is a graduating senior. She can be reached at [email protected].