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Holiday cheer: obnoxious, uncomfortable, overrated

Lauren Schroeter December 6, 2013

Sometimes I feel like I'm the only person who absolutely hates the holidays. Of course, being the only vocal nonbeliever in a family of absolute nuts, it's not really hard to believe.  But I still participate...

Taking a step back to work

Lauren Schroeter November 22, 2013

I've been trying to write a story for several months now, but the problem seems to be that I don't quite know what to write about.  I know I want to write - I can recognize that feeling - but I just cannot...

A vicious cycle

Lauren Schroeter November 8, 2013

Most days I have to set two alarms just to ensure that I will roll out of bed 40 minutes afterwards.  I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one.  At least I hope I'm not, because that would make me weird,...

The perfect costume

Lauren Schroeter October 27, 2013

So, Halloween's coming up, and I still don't have a costume.  For the past three years, Target has faithfully stocked a certain costume, which I have kept my eye on.  For these past three years, I have...

Arthropods and their manners

Lauren Schroeter September 27, 2013

It's hard to believe that September is almost over already.  Well, actually, it isn't that hard to believe, but it still feels like school has barely started.  We are almost halfway through the semester,...

Looking your age

Lauren Schroeter September 13, 2013

I've been told many times that I look a lot younger than I actually am.  At the rate I seem to be aging, I estimate that the movie theater will stop giving me child prices by the time I'm 87. That's not...

Dealing with Death

Lauren Schroeter September 6, 2013

This summer, my dog died.  It was a very harrowing and gross affair, and many tears were shed by me and by my parents.  The cat appeared not to care, but he probably did. I could describe in gross detail...

College Conundrums: am I doing what I love?

Lauren Schroeter August 30, 2013

On the standardized writing tests we were  forced to take throughout grade school, we were always expected to write about ourselves, to which I would always default to something stupid and outlandish....

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