One year, nine months and twelve days. By the end of our relationship, I could tell I wasn’t what was best for her. I would ask myself, “what went wrong?” I knew I didn’t deserve her. She would always prove her love and loyalty to me, but I still couldn’t trust her.
After my dad left, my mom couldn’t listen to love songs, especially sad ones. One that always got to her was “Silver Springs” by Fleetwood Mac, and for the longest time I couldn’t understand why. But I think I get it now.
The new version of Fearless is here to please not only the fanbase, but everyone else. Its 26 songs allow for a kind of musical time travel and make it possible for people to live this era once more, or for the very first time. Even at 31, Swift was able to channel her 18-year-old self, recreating an album to dance and cry to with the same intensity.
It feels like the credits should be rolling at the end of a coming-of-age movie. I should have learned something important about myself. I should be ready to move on to another part of my life. Instead, I find myself asking the same question over and over again: Why am I still here?
Sam Darnold was traded to the Carolina Panthers on Apr. 5 for a 2021 sixth-round pick, along with a second and fourth rounder in the 2022 draft. Darnold, the third overall selection by the Jets in 2018, will have a fresh start in a different city after a disappointing three-year tenure in New York. This will likely not have drastic implications on the upcoming NFL season, but I believe there is more to extract from this situation than meets the eye. In short, the era of organizational patience in the NFL is over.
In the SAC plaza beneath a gray sky, Julie Sato held a megaphone to her mouth and read her favorite Nelson Mandela quote to the 50 Stony Brook University students assembled in front of her.
“People must learn to hate,” she said, “and if they can learn to hate, they can be taught to love.”
Sato is the secretary for the Japanese Student Organization, which held a #StopAsianHate Awareness Walk on Saturday, April 17.