The Moore You Know

 Well, well, well, if it isn't officially time for the last few weeks of the semester. Upon doing some calculations, I found that there are exactly TEN DAYS of class until finals week...but who's counting. I really cannot believe how quickly this semester has flown by- it's absolutely insane. But, I've made it this far, despite being more stressed than I ever have been before. I must admit, Thanksgiving break did give me the motivation that I have been so desperately needing.   If you're anything like me, you've probably been burnt out for quite some time now, but break is right around the corner, which does give me a glimmer of hope. Thinking about the end of the semester is overwhelming and anxiety inducing, however, I will be rejoicing once I reach that finish line 🎉 So, I am bound and determined to make these next 10 class days the best and most productive days that I possibly can, and I hope that you find it in yourself to do the same. Drink some coffee, p

Since when did it become a thing to correlate academics and one's self-worth? Many college students, myself included, are constantly craving academic validation. I am an academic validation girly, and I have been since the dawn of time (aka high school). I was always an "over-achiever" (still am) because there is something so empowering about doing well in school. Feeling validated by academics allows me to stay on track and work as hard as I can to do my very best.  While academic validation can be a good motivator, it also has the potential be quite destructive, making you question if what you're doing is ever enough. For example, if I miss two questions on an exam that I studied really hard for, I am disappointed in myself for missing any at all, despite getting a "good" score. This way of thinking is extremely draining, especially at the collegiate level. We are given so many projects, exams, and assignments, and of course, we want to excel in all areas

Anyone who has ever written anything knows that writer's block is REAL. For about a week now, I've been attempting to start my English essay, and have incessantly failed. In all honesty, this is the most I've been able to write since my last blog post. I don't know if my problem is that I can't find the right words, or that I haven't found the inspiration I need yet... could be both, I suppose. But that's how it is, it can be difficult to write when nothing inspires you.  In a perfect world, I could sit down and whip out an essay in no time- as long as I have a good idea, that is. That's the thing, though, my brain has kind of been in limbo for some time now, not knowing what to write about, or if I will ever make any progress. To be fair, I have been laser focused on studying this week, as I had two huge exams on back to back days (which is just cruel, might I add). Now that my exams are over, I'm extremely hopeful that I will be inspired to write s

Wait, how many weeks until Thanksgiving break?😧Seriously though, I feel like October lasted roughly three years, and "good days" were few and far between. If you've ever seen the movie Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day , then you know exactly how my month went. Usually, it's easy for me to simply  think that my luck is bad when it's actually not, but, unfortunately, that was not the case for the majority of October. I'll spare everyone the details, but anything that could have gone wrong, most certainly did. I think there comes a certain point in the semester where pretty much everything is proclaimed as your "last straw", which is exactly how I've been feeling. Going to class feels overwhelming, taking care of myself seems impossible, and all I want to do is stay in my room and watch "Bachelor in Paradise"! In addition to all of that, I've been missing my family. My little brother just turned sixteen and

Who doesn't love a good film adaptation?! Well,  I suppose that could be a rhetorical question, considering most English buffs do not. While I much prefer the novel version of pretty much anything,  I do admire the way in which filmmakers can bring characters to life by finding actors/actresses that encapsulate them perfectly . The film adaption of Little Women,  I think, is   a great example of this. With a cast of Emma Watson, Timothee Chalamet, Florence Pugh, and Saoirse Ronan, how could the film not be wonderful?  It's fitting that I chose this film in particular, as I am currently reading the novel by Louisa May Alcott.  As I previously stated, the true beauty of film is that it is able to bring these "imaginary" words and people to life. When I read about Jo, Laurie, and Amy, I can picture Saoirse, Timothee, and Florence so clearly. I think that anyone who has read the novel and seen the film can agree with this. The March girls are strong and independent, and

 Upon reading A Rose for Emily , I didn't initially feel any sort of connection to the story, and it was just that- a story. In the end, Faulkner alludes to the fact that the dead decaying body in bed is Homer. While having our class discussion, I just kept thinking "why does this seem familiar?"... and then I made the connection. If you haven't noticed by now, I am a pop culture fanatic, and the ending to Faulkner's story seemed awfully similar to something that I had once watched on American Horror Story .  In the seventh season of the show, "Cult", siblings Kai and Winter live in the same house where their parents died. What we don't initially know is that the parents' bodies remain locked away in the master bedroom of the house. Their bodies are left to decay in the room for a period of time, similar to Homer's body in A Rose for Emily . With that, the rose symbolism then comes into play. We talked about how the rose in the story is likel