Sincerely, A Uni Senior

              To call it only a precious “childhood” possession would be a shame because I still use it to this very day: A bright-pink Disney Princess alarm clock. My clock, in all it’s glory, holds the first memory I really had of Disney. My family held the tradition of going to Orlando every Christmas since I was two years old, yet I didn’t really remember anything until I was older. I can’t remember all the details, but I remember walking into the souvenir shop. Shelves were lined with various pens, hats, and snow globes.   I found myself drawn to the various glittery snow globe music boxes, but my whole family urged me to purchase something useful. A couple twists and turns later, we arrived at the clock wall. I sneered at the Toy Story designs and believed the classic Mickey Mouse themed clock was lame. Low and behold, I found a pink fanatic’s dream. With a vivid pink body and a portrait of Cinderella, Snow...

              It hit me as I was video-calling my mom and sobbing: I never gave myself a break.               Flashback to my junior year, everyone hustling to their classes and signing up for the retched thing we called standardized testing. It’s the year when we’re finally on the first floor, seen as upperclassmen, and starting our college process. I thought I had everything down pat: I signed myself up for two semesters with six-seven classes, ran three separate clubs (participated in an additional one), and registered for volleyball in the fall.               A mantra repeated itself in my head: if you’re not doing something  perfectly  at any given moment , you’re not doing enough. Unfortunately, that seems to be the culture of Uni in general. We’re all so high-achieving that we forget to slow down and...