If there’s one thing that I love, it’s dancing — but not necessarily in the literal sense anymore. My ballet days have come and gone.
I love dancing around words, finely-drawn lines and carefully considered jives.
In the ultra-protected confines of my notes app is a running list of thoughts, particularly having to do with being a 19-year-old girl (allegedly a woman) in college. The truth is, none of us really know what’s going on, and my frontal lobe is far from being developed.
But I want to try to figure it out with you all.
With that being said, I am so excited to introduce my new column: Professionally Unprofessional, where I will unravel the hottest considerations in my head. These can include pop culture observations, personal struggles that I find are relatable to most women and expanded versions of my shower thoughts.
In The Collegian’s last Paw Print edition, I discussed styling when it comes to different (and equally beautiful) body types. I had so much fun.
Though I believe myself to be a newsie through and through, there’s a part of me that yearns to be Carrie Bradshaw, sitting in her New York apartment writing that week’s version of Sex and the City.
Expect that, but a little less raunchy. I’ll keep it professional — almost.
Join me along for the ride every other Friday (or when something column-worthy occurs) and in the next Paw Print, which hits the newsstands on Jan. 21. I promise it’ll be worth it.
