I distinctly remember connecting to this line in The Great Gatsby, but it's really just an excuse for the basic af fall photos. Don't worry, no pumpkin spice lattes.
Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall
Powerful with a little bit of tender
Right, so, like somehow it became March? Every day I'm more and more annoyed with myself for not having made more progress on my Master's thesis (although one of my professors took an informal poll yesterday and I was one of only two people who have even started so) but here we are. It's March, …
Let’s talk about sex baby
My Valentine's Day special advocating for early (and age-appropriate) sex ed. How romantic, right?!
Bienvenidos a Murcia
My first update from Murcia!
Idyllic mountain scenery, now with an extra trip to the hospital
My last overnight field trip, and we finally take someone to the hospital! Only took us four tries.
How to be a Weekend Warrior
I realize that I don't talk about my day-to-day life on here very often. I remember once talking to Monika, with whom I exchange blog comments frequently, and she remarked that she didn't even know my name. (It's Arielle.) It's not that I'm trying to be any enigma, but I just can't help how mysterious …
