1. I say everything wrong. Apparently my major is not called “Anglish” and line is not pronounced “lawn.” I didn’t think I had an accent — I was raised by two native Ohioans — but ever since coming to Boston University, I’ve become increasingly aware that I have an accent that could be placed in […]

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There is never a moment when I am not cold. I come from the South, where flip-flops can be heard slapping the sidewalks year-round, and the only thing shorter than the tiny chunk of the year considered to be “winter” is the length of the cutoffs worn during the months of December and January.  Boston […]

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