We are driving to Virginia for Thanksgiving from New Hampshire. I have nothing to wear. Wait a minute, yes, I do, but I need to do laundry. Laundry, you foul beast, I shall vanquish you! Slowly, over hours, I will have all clean clothes. Except, I’m only going to be gone for a few days. Three days and four nights. Pajamas-check, underwear-check, undershirts-check, socks-check, deodorant-check, glasses (sun and prescription) -check. I’ve made sandwiches and have coke and have pretzels, some seltzers and 45 hours-worth of podcasts for the 10-hour drive. There tank is filled with gasoline. What time do we need to leave? Three in the morning? You must be joking… you aren’t? Well, two hours of sleep is all you really need to function like a human.
Day 1 - Drive
This podcast is talking about how mushrooms know when you’re walking around on the forest floor because of this extensive network of miles and miles of t...
DAY 1: I’m in a van with my friend I met only three months prior to this trip and five other girls I do not know. There is a tall and tanned man driving us, making small talk with us in broken English.
“Where are you from?” “Where are you studying?” “Have you ever been to Morocco before?”
Waka Waka (This Time for Africa) by Shakira is playing on the radio. We’re driving on a barely paved road as mopeds zoom past us. One moped driving next to our van had a man driving, and a woman behind him with a head scarf covering every inch of her face but her eyes. The only thing that separated the man and woman was an infant baby being held by the woman. No seatbelts, no helmets, no carrier for the infant baby; just the two seat moped and the open, warm African air.
I peered out the window taking in everything about this foreign landscape.
Suddenly the van came to a halt in the middle of the city center. The door flung open and...
*Disclaimer: this will not apply to everyone and I encourage just about everyone I meet to see a therapist, counselor, or psychologist. You have free access to these services as a student, take advantage of it.
It’s interesting how so many of us, myself included, find our comfort zone to be the place we most want to reside. It feels natural. It’s safe; risk-free. At least it disguises itself as such. But I think the comfort zone is the least safe place we can be in and here’s why. Leaving my comfort zone has been the one thing that has consistently saved me from myself. “Myself” meaning my mind.
I think this sinking back into the abyss of our comfort zones is most habitual in times that our minds are suffering. Or maybe sinking into comfort has been the cause of my suffering. Seems like a chicken or the egg dilemma. Either way, as of this moment being halfway through my senior year, I would say I’v...
You don’t need to be Teiresias or Nostradamus to know that we’re living in dire times. Regions across the world are growing more unstable by the day. Thirty million people in the United States don’t have health insurance. You have a sizable portion of America’s working class laboring two to three jobs a day. And if you placed the average UNH student in a room without any means of stimulation, chances are in about 10 minutes you’ll have a crazed lunatic jumping off the walls frothing with malignant terror over the fact that they’re almost $100,000 in student debt. It’s 80 degrees in October. Kanye West is wearing a MAGA hat. We’re currently living in a culture engorged with wickedness and depravity.
We live in a constant state of fight or flight. But it doesn’t have to be this way. In fact, I think I might have the cure. The anecdote to our aggression, the vaccine to our combustion, the de...
Being a senior sucks, but not for all of the reasons you would think.
Everything about my life since freshman year has changed, and mostly for the better, but it was really tough getting to this point. Everyone says “college is the best four years of your life,” and yeah that may be true, but how would we know? Anyway, let’s talk about why being a senior sucks.
What first comes to mind is this weird limbo of being stuck in between college and “adulthood.” As for any college student, no matter what year you are, this distinction can be difficult to make for yourself (and your parents) but I think these feelings are exemplified x10 as a senior. If you’re a senior, you probably know exactly what I’m talking about, if not, let me paint a picture.
Imagine this, you’re 21 or 22 years old, old enough to buy your own alcohol, own an apartment, rent a hotel or car and be classified as an adult… but you...
The clock struck 10:00 p.m. at The Stone Church, and patrons of the Newmarket music club sprung to the dance floor. The sounds of a blazing fast saxophone, bluesy guitar and a funky bassline filled the room, produced by none other than the seacoast funk band, Clandestine.
“We want to take people on a journey with us and provide them with the best night possible,” says the drummer of the band Chris Salemme. Salemme said the band is a product of the collective members having fun and expressing themselves. “We like to throw a good party,” Salemme added.
Clandestine throws a party where multiple genres of music are played. It’s not just one DJ that only plays 2000’s throwbacks. Inspirations from Jazz, Funk and the blues are all found within Clandestines sound. “We all have a background in most genres, especially Jazz, but we pooled our strengths together to make something genuine and unique,” Salemme said.
Rumors spread in Durham that a second location of the Big Bean was coming to town. Could it be true? If so it would be a dream come true. We have dined at the Big Bean Café in Newmarket several times and had never been let down. We’ve brought family and friends from all over to show off their incredible breakfast options that we can’t get enough of. Every college student knows or should know by now, if you want an inexpensive, delicious breakfast meal then you need to go to the Big Bean. And now the convenience of the cozy breakfast café is at our fingertips.
October 8 marked the grand opening of The Big Bean Café in Durham, New Hampshire. The hipster breakfast and lunch café is known for its cozy vibes and incredible breakfast options. From eight different eggs benedict dishes to their signature breakfast dishes, they do not disappoint. The menu offers classic breakfast dishes like their Big Bean Breakfast to more int...
Great music, great weather and the beach is a good recipe for a good time. It is also a great way to describe the 25th anniversary of the Vans Warped Tour. I got the chance to see it down in Atlantic City, New Jersey with just about 30,000 other people. I took the two and a half hour drive down with my friend James. We met his friend from college, Jason, there as we had tickets for both days of the event. The gates opened up at 11, with a massive line that stretched at least a mile long on the boardwalk. There was also the option of donating either $3 or three non-perishable food items to get a band to go right to the gates, something that Warped Tour has done for several years.
It was a really hot weekend, with temperatures exceeding 90 degrees the entire time. It was made even worse when you were watching sets and packed in with everyone else. Hydration was key and the tour provided several free water refill s...
Travel is the spice of life. It is indescribable happiness bottled up into a foreign city, new
friends and unforgettable moments. Planning, time and money are factors that prevent
people from becoming the nomad traveler they are at heart– but it’s easier (and
cheaper) than you think! I studied abroad in Spring 2019 and between being frugal and
prioritizing, I by far made the most out of my time there. Let me share with you some of
the cities I think are worth a visit.
LONDON – Biasly I am going to name this city because I studied abroad there. But, it
truly is one of the best cities to travel to. London is jam-packed with culture. No matter
what time of year you go, I recommend saving some extra funds specifically for this
worldly city. Some of my recommendations on what to do are obviously see the famous
sites. You know what they are, so why not get out of tourist trapped sections?
The 30-minute drive to her office was a blur of heart palpitations and anxious thoughts. I could barely believe the situation I found myself in. This actress who I was going to meet wanted me, of all people, to write her autobiography: her story, but my name on the cover. She wasn’t super well known, not outside of New York at least, but she was still someone. Someone who saw the potential in a college freshman’s small portfolio of writing and decided to take a chance. She was my way into the writing world. I wouldn’t let this opportunity fall to the wayside.
We met at her small office and nothing went amiss. It was a petite office with blue walls and minimal decorations except for a large analog clock directly behind her head.
This woman meant business. She’d already tried to get her story written multiple times. An exhausted sigh foundering out when she said She wanted this st...