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FOLLOW THE STARS | Virgo Season Has Arrived – Here’s How It Will Affect You

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Welcome to the first installment of a 12-part series highlighting each Zodiac sign! In my opinion, astrology has fascinating implications that may guide us toward manifesting our greatest, fullest, and highest selves in the sacred time we have on this Earth. The stars may even show us how we can change the world in unique ways that reflect how we shine as individuals. Overall, consider the Zodiac as a framework for uncovering areas of opportunity and special gifts that you may have not yet recognized in yourself. As I personally mourn the end of my fun, fiery, and ever-so-sparkly Leo season, the sun enters Virgo, a grounding Earth sign ruled by the ever-so orderly and rule-abiding Virgin.

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SUNSPOTS | Ask Us Anything – Orientation 2019

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We get it! You probably have a lot of questions. We all did too. We also know that good advice can be sparse, hard to find, and mixed in with a lot of crap. So here is a form for you to ask us your most pressing questions about Food, Student Life, Extracurriculars, Classes, Ithaca, and whatever you want.

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Ask Anj | Freshman Friendships

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Q: So it’s going to be the end of the semester soon, and I have a problem: I’m a freshman, and I feel like I don’t have strong, sustainable friendships. My roommates are nice, but I don’t see us hanging out much after this year, and I’ve got some platonic friends from my FWS, but once that’s over, I have no idea if we’ll still talk to each other. Everyone around me seems to have at least one best friend already, and some have a “family” who they eat dinner with regularly. Am I not putting myself out there enough? Should I wait for solid friendships to come my way, or is it something I should actively seek?

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WHITE KNUCKLES | The Signs You Don’t Read

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This is an open letter, one that will never reach the addressee, the type of letter  that mostly benefits the author and maybe open some isolated, outcasted pairs of eyes. One of those that are not meant to be read, but meant to be written and spoken to strangers with familiar faces about familiar situations, one of those often charged with aggressive passivity, when maybe all they do is delineate a relationship between two people where names are not needed, where intimacy is beyond the point and from which no friendship will spring. I start and end with who I am, and in virtue of this identity of subject and writer I sketch the outline of who you are. To begin with, this is where I am from: a multitude of places, but – for the sake of this letter’s focus – from the self-sustaining micro-universe of a crowded dining hall. My face, I know you will not know, but maybe the colors will sound familiar – red speckled with a golden name tag, black over my hair.