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"Do I have an almond milk mustache?" Amy asks, cutting her bright blue eyes at me slyly. A line of foam from the latte lines her upper lip, and I snort through a sip of sweet tea. A few minutes later, eyes crossed, she's touching her nose with the tip of her tongue while I stick mine out in vain.
Just make it to the next mile marker. Then you can walk.
I have a Bible on my bookshelf, but I never open it. I pray sometimes, but I don't believe in God. In ninth grade, I became a churchgoer after being raised with no particular faith, and I decided to get baptized. In the six years since then, I've gone to church sporadically, only ever with friends or on a special occasion. I identify as agnostic and love talking about all sorts of different religions, from Christianity to Confucianism.
When I was a kid, I wanted to be an author. I also wanted to be a veterinarian for a little while, and there was a “Spy Kids” phase too. But I always came back to writing. It was my one constant passion at a time when my hobbies changed with the weather. My name — or some eccentric pen name, for which I had many options — would appear on hardcover books, and talk shows would want to interview me because of my novel’s wild success and I’d be an icon by the age of 25.
When I think of food, I think of Thanksgiving, of gathering around a table heaped with a feast that will feed my family for the next three days. I think of making zucchini bread, veggie quesadillas, smoothies and avocado toast. I also think of guilt over finishing a whole box of Annie's mac and cheese, or an entire medium pizza from Domino's or a mostly full carton of ice cream in one sitting. Or even over having a brownie during a day or week that I didn't run.
"My thighs are thick, gapless, covered in bumps like soft sandpaper." That's the first line to a poem I wrote about learning (or more accurately, trying to learn) to accept and love my legs. It's not the most original subject matter, particularly in our society that has taken some great strides to support self-love and body positivity. But just as with so many other societal challenges, the fight must continue even when it seems like we're winning — and the battleground is almost always inside us.
Swiping left or right is the modern equivalent of a folded-up sheet of notebook paper with the message, "Do you like me? Check yes or no." You know a little bit about a person and what they look like, and somehow in that moment you're supposed to decide if the person is worthy of your attention and time.
Let's talk about "Harry Potter." As a long-time Potterhead, I firmly believe that the books are better — as is the case with most book-to-screen adaptations. In no aspect of the story is this so true as the character of Ginny Weasley.
Women: Guys are supposed to assume rejection is the same as playing hard to get. If you're with your boyfriend and you tell him you just feel like making out, is he allowed to try to convince you to do more? If you go back to a man's apartment after he buys you dinner, you at least owe him a little something, right?
About a year ago, I was settling into my room in university housing in London. I would go on to spend the next few months getting to know my peers from all around the globe, traveling to as many places as I could afford and, yes, actually studying occasionally.
Gifts are weird. For many, it’s the holiday season, and giving and receiving gifts can be complicated. When I took over The Daily Gamecock editor-in-chief position in October, it didn’t feel like a gift; it felt like a burden. But in retrospect, taking the job was the best decision I made this semester, and I have so many people to thank for that.
Style tips are scrawled in dry erase marker all over the window in front of me, and pages from our previous print issues cover the wall behind me. A red armchair sits in the corner, the same one that’s been there since I first arrived. Sometimes chatter and laughter drifts in from the newsroom on the other side of the glass, and sometimes it's just me and loud music.
As of Oct. 5, Emily Barber will replace Adam Orfinger as editor-in-chief of The Daily Gamecock. Orfinger has the support of the staff in his decision to step down and leaves the organization on good terms.
A string of armed robberies and kidnappings along Bluff and Shop roads put the USC community into a stir in July.
Three teenagers have been charged in connection with a string of robberies and kidnappings throughout July, including those at Stadium Suites and The Village, The State reports.
The Village at Columbia is increasing security patrols and adding a second residential police officer to their community, according to a statement released Friday.
Following several incidents in popular off-campus housing developments, for which three suspects have been charged, a USC student has come forward to share his experience of being kidnapped and robbed.
Two male USC students were kidnapped and robbed outside a Stadium Suites apartment early Tuesday morning, according to the Richland County Sheriff's Department incident report.
Update 4:30 p.m. Friday, July 28: 3 teenagers charged in string of kidnappings, robberies
Hurricane Matthew took three lives in South Carolina, and as of Sunday morning, nearly 750,000 people statewide were still without power.