I wanted to bring to you all two things–a life update and a story I recently read about the Kopakama Cooperative. If you’ve been following me on Instagram, then you already know that I’m a barista at Stellar Beans in Lake Charles, LA. I know, first I drink the coffee then I write about the coffee then I became a barista (Gilmore Girls reference anyone?). Anyway, I’m currently living at my parent’s house in Lake Charles, LA while I try and save money to move to Austin, TX where in two or three years time I hope to one day open a coffee shop!
Anyway, I’m currently living at my parent’s house in Lake Charles, LA while I try and save money to move to Austin, TX where in two or three years time I hope to one day open a coffee shop! Well, that’s my little blurb about me, let’s move on to the real story–The Kopakama Cooperative.
We all have expectations and a list when it comes to picking out universities. Some of the expectations might be: a good program for your major, good sports teams, large/small campus, Ivy League, Big Ten, a college in a city or a college in the country. I had only three requirements on my list: it had to be far away from my parents, it had to be in Illinois and it couldn’t be a religious university.
Excitement coursed through our veins as music poured out of the car’s speakers. The right turn signal blinked slowly as we made the sharp turn into Calvary Cemetery. The late afternoon light peeked through the orange and yellow leaves of the old trees. I pulled Phantom, my baby, over and grabbed my purse before locking the doors behind Emily and I.
We had decided to ring in the start of fall with a walk around the oldest existing burial grounds established by the Archdiocese of Chicago. We had heard that the cemetery was haunted by a spectre of a man, covered in seaweed. This freaky phantom, nicknamed “Seaweed Charlie” has been seen crawling from the lake, crossing Lakeshore Drive, and heading towards the graveyard.
I wrote this my freshman year of college (Fall 2010) when I was feeling alone, like an outsider, and depressed. As someone who grew up on the road and in motel rooms with only her tight knit family, getting acclimated to a big city like Chicago and the people within that city was a huge adjustment and sometimes it still continues to be.
I’ve definitely grown since then but I still thought that I’d share this for anyone and everyone who has every had to deal with a huge life change or who feels as though they’re an outsider.
You’ve finally unpacked the last box and are officially settled into your dorm room. You may be a bit hesitant about your freshman year and have no idea how you’re going to survive it. Well, you’re in luck buckaroo!
Here are 5 tips to survive freshmen year of college.
I’ve loved the song ‘Dear Future Husband’ from the first day I heard it play on the radio. The other day I saw an article on Buzzfeed about Meghan Trainor’s new music video ‘Dear Future Husband’ and how many people were upset with the singer and calling it “sexist”. However, what many people don’t understand is that Trainor is actually singing about how she won’t be the perfect wife and won’t conform to the ideas of a woman being stuck in the kitchen. Her music video is in fact somewhat a parody. Watch the music video below and let’s analyze it together.