Welp ya’ll, this is it. The concluding column of my undergraduate career. My last experience writing as the individual formerly known as Kate Hirsch the Famous Tennis Player. My final time writing for the Tufts Observer. I’d like to take this opportunity to self-indulge (as if this entire column hasn’t been one big, self-indulgent
Author: Kate Hirsch
Hi ya’ll, It’s Kate, your favorite columnist here (note to readers: I’m sorry if that was presumptuous, I just feel the need for some confidence right now—love, a second semester senior who still has no job). I wanted to start off and welcome you all back from “Spring Break!” Personally, I think it’s great
I’d like to send a strongly worded letter to whomever coined the term “Sunday Fun-day” because, frankly, that concept is bullshit. As a lady in her spring semester of senior year, Sunday is the day I reserve for feeling like doodyafter drinking like, three beers, the night before, doing all of the excess work I
Hi all! It’s Kate, the mediocre former athlete who most likely peaked in middle school! I wanted to start out column number two by thanking the few individuals who have reached out to me so far—I am really excited to talk with y’all and hear your stories. To everyone who has not contacted me,
Hello All, I’d like to let you all know that I’m trying to play it super cool when writing the first sentence of my column this semester, but to be honest the only thing that’s going through my head right now is a loop of Eminem’s seminal classic “Without Me.” I would not characterize this
When I arrived at Tufts University as a wee young freshman, I expected my college experience to be one of learning, personal growth, and academic challenge. All I wanted, really, was the classic British professor with white hair, glasses and a tweed blazer to lecture about obscure information, and then act rather startled when class
“Bold Moves October” * A few weeks ago, I was lying down next to a dear friend. As we looked up at the beautiful, expansive night sky together, I began to ponder my existence and the insignificance of human life. Actually, I was sitting on a twin-sized bed in my friend’s tiny dorm room. We
About two years ago, I began my freshman year in almost complete anonymity. It was a scary, tumultuous time during which I had absolutely no idea who I was or who I wanted to be. But it was also totally exciting. The world was my oyster, it was a new beginning, a fresh start, *insert