Whether it was a song, a person, or a story, there was a lot you couldn’t know from just an excerpt, a glance, or part of a chorus.

But as was so often the case, it was the one person missing who you thought about more than the ones who were right in front of you.

The point,' Ms. Conyers continued, "is that no word had one specific definition. Maybe in the dictionary, but not in real life.

People don't change. If anything, you get more set in your ways as you get older, not less

But even more so, it reminded me that this was all really happening. Stanford. The end of the summer. The beginning of my real life. It was no longer just creeping up, peeking over the horizon, but instead lingering in plain sight.

It's so easy to get caught up in what people expect of you. Sometimes, you can just lose yourself.

I wasn't very happy in high school: it was a confusing and sort of sad time for me.