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  Rites of passage: structured ceremonies or rituals that lead into a person’s adulthood.  We have all experienced something of the sort. Perhaps you felt the most “mature” when you plopped behind the wheel for the first time. Maybe when you first stepped onto a college campus, or into a new job. Or perhaps it was when you graduated high school, and legally became an adult.  Well, for me, nothing really clicked .  Yes, after finally getting my driver’s license after renewing my permit three times, I felt more adult. Yes, after graduating homeschool high school with a GED, I felt more adult. And, yes, with my knees buckled and my hands shaking, I felt most like an adult marching onto a college campus for the first time on Sept. 30, 2025.  But these accomplishments, these average rites of passage, could not compare to the day I learned to successfully tie my shoes, the right way.  The mantras I was told over and over: bunny loop. Around the bend, and then und...

  Greetings, all.  Spring break flourished with potential as blossoms swirled through the streets. For some, this 10-day (give or take) break allowed for miniature vacations, educational and occupational opportunities, and maybe even volunteer work. For me, however, it was just monotonous time. I can’t provide an ever-intriguing article regarding my misadventures—or, lack thereof—but I can apprise you about my personal reflection as spring settles in the air.  Last term: news reporting. This term: feature writing. I am ecstatic. Adjectives and flowery language have been my best friends for years, and ever more so now that I am venturing into two different writing “worlds.” As of now, I continue down the path of journalism with my head held high and my confidence expanding faster than I could have ever predicted.  While I provided a few articles for the Commuter last term, my goals have, just like the tree-lined roads, blossomed into exemplary ambitions. I wish to wri...