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Like many other sexually frustrated and emotionally unstable high schoolers, I was unable to truly come to terms with my sexuality until college. I went to school in an exceptionally rural and conservative part of South Carolina. The majority of students were white, heterosexual, upper-middle class individuals. I joined the Gay-Straight Alliance my freshman year, where I found a niche group of people that I could identify with. I remained in the club throughout high school, until I eventually became a co-president of the organization my senior year, despite my closeted sexuality.
Well, it’s been a mere three weeks since I’ve last checked in and it has truly been a whirlwind of a time.
The first time that I went to get help with the university’s mental health services—a step that took a lot of me to make—I left the entire experience feeling smaller, less heard and less supported than I had in a long time. This was due almost entirely to directional errors and logistical oversights.
Burritos are one of the greatest inventions in the history of mankind. Forget Johannes Gutenberg’s printing press and Alexander Graham Bell’s telephone. Burritos are an art form: an entire, well-rounded meal wrapped up neatly in a tortilla. Truly flawless in conception. Burritos were artfully designed to make the eating experience a pleasurable, portable one. The guy who invented the burrito should be in the history books. He should be in the dictionary next to “genius.”
Contrary to what the temperature would have you believe, September has arrived and with it, football season. I’ve never been that much of a sports person, but nevertheless, I’m here to spread some Gamecock spirit. While I lack the attention span to enjoy an eternity-long quarter, there’s something that always will pull me out of the house and into the stadium on Saturdays:
This interview transcription is the first of four installments in a new, recurring series called While I Have the Floor. The concept for this piece evolved from a desire to provide a space in our magazine for considerate, thoughtful discussion of political, religious and cultural differences between student organizations. Diversity grows along with the student population every year, and as a magazine, we want to be a platform for every student voice, as long as they have something to say.
Three tequila shots later, I stumbled into my room.
The vision for this shoot focuses on Eve’s modern identity. I believe that she was a strong woman who was essential to the creation of man. Without her decision to sin, we would not have this world. As college students, we are faced with many tough decisions: what classes to take, who to surround ourselves with and who we are going to become. Eve is a warning to all of the students coming in this year: no matter what decision you make, it has to come from a place of purpose. This style shoot was inspired by the different stages of Eve’s life and how she transitioned into a more experienced and well-rounded modern figure from the protection and security that she once had in the garden. We could all learn from the decisions that Eve made and the troubles that she faced. We must all be aware of our surroundings, the people that may influence us and the balance of good and evil.
We continued to feel bad for them, continued to ask if there was a similar kind of restaurant for women — because that might make it okay — and continued to point out that we thought there was something similar, but it wasn’t a chain — there was just one, in Dallas, maybe. We’d Googled it once.
On Spring Break the boys dig a hole in the sand,
I’m sitting in a chair I pushed far back into the corner of the room so I could see all the dancers and stay far out of their way. We’re in a large, rectangular room with a pinkish beige floor and a wall of mirrors in the Columbia Music Festival Association building. In the corner near the door, there’s a large piano. I can’t remember ever being in a room like this myself, only seeing it in television shows or “Step Up” movies.
When I walk in, I first notice the smell — earthy, floral, clean. It’s difficult to place, but matches the soothing slate gray floors and curving couches in colors such as “island green” and “Florida Keys blue.” A plethora of tropical plants seem just too perfect until my ears register two people with dark green watering cans discussing how best to maintain the many beds and pots. Altogether, the expansive main lobby feels vaguely like a greenhouse or spa.
The concept for this article happened something like this: “You know what every undergrad at USC has in common? Carolina Core. Let’s interview a bunch of them and then write about how it’s screwing them over.”
Much to Sharon Osbourne's dismay, the famous-for-nothing stars of today à la Kim Kardashian have proven that celebrity goes way beyond talent, and money is more than a salary. From Instagram endorsements to “doing it for the vine,” this is a land where follower counts equate to social status and likes and retweets are the common currency.
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It’s the start of the new school year. Excitement buzzes in dorms as students decorate their first home away from home, while upperclassmen stroll to their new classes with the confidence of experience and a fresh start. The anticipation of a new football season is high, and the bars in Five Points are crowded yet again. And as you sit on the Horseshoe to admire the changing leaves and count how many times students inevitably trip over improperly placed bricks, you may notice one thing: more and more students fill the streets.
My involvement with Garnet and Black started my sophomore year. One night in the fall of 2015, Josh Thompson sent me an Instagram message. He told me he liked my work and wanted me to help shoot the fall style spread. I was so thrilled, I immediately called my grandma to tell her, and she cried. After a successful fall spread, I was asked to come on board the masthead. I started off at the bottom of the totem pole as senior photographer, then on to assistant photo editor and now finally as editor-in-chief.