I live in a three-bedroom apartment with two other girls. We'd all decided to move in together of our own volition. This wasn't some random mash up of personalities gone wrong; we were friends.Actually, that's kind of a lie. I never really liked Shoshanna*, she just sort of came as a package

My name is Madeline Wilson and I'm a senior at St. Olaf College. While my friends are applying for jobs and going to interviews, I'm working with a team of lawyers to change St. Olaf's legacy of failing to address rape on campus. I’m also working with a group of students to bring awareness to St.

I was talking with my husband about deja vu the other day. I've never in my life seen a person experience deja vu like he does. While I've certainly experienced the sensation, sometimes the intense sensation, of inexplicably having been somewhere or seen something before, he experiences it on

The summer before my senior year in college, I bought a shitty little cafe table. It was cheaply made, was mostly wood, and smelled funny. (Was it rotting?)Anyway, determined to spin my $5 St. Vincent de Paul purchase into gold, I bought a can of fire engine red paint and set to work on that

I met Anthony* when I was 18, a first-semester college freshman living in the dorms. He was 20 and lived in the upper-classmen apartments, also on campus. At the time, I had a soft spot for dark, brooding types and saw their contempt for social norms and regular haircuts as a sign of deep