A World of New
A friend once tried to explain to me that this was a bittersweet time, that he was excited but that it was unexpected and an overwhelming period of sadness too. As a sophomore, I just couldn’t seem to wrap my head around this.
A friend once tried to explain to me that this was a bittersweet time, that he was excited but that it was unexpected and an overwhelming period of sadness too. As a sophomore, I just couldn’t seem to wrap my head around this.
28,390. That’s the number of the nearly 30,000 children from the corrupt, east African countries of the Democratic Republic of the Congo, the Central African Republic, Uganda, and South Sudan tha
Rage. Betrayal. Denial. A flurry of emotions pulsated through my body as I stared at the bottle sitting on the counter, tears streaming hot down my cheeks. It sat there mocking me
Thirty-three cents. Thirty-three cents a month provides a uniform, a teacher, a classroom; thirty-three cents maintains a dirt floor, and a dilapidated structure for 70 young children to call