I promised to reinvent myself when I got to Carleton. I overthink and stress out about everything, from the prompt of an English essay to what flavor of ice cream to order. (Are these the best examples?...

Upon first arriving at my dorm, I was, to say the least, underwhelmed. The room was cluttered with cobwebs and the must of estival inoccupancy. Worst of all—as if one was not bad enough—I had two...