Christine's Column

After a week in Tallahassee, it was time to come home. In my last blog, I was in the airport about to start fall break; this week, I’m leaving the airport as my break comes to an end. I had a great time in Tallahassee. I ate good food and had some much-needed R&R. It was a great trip—until it was time to leave. My boyfriend flew back with me because his lacrosse alumni weekend happened to fall right after our break. We woke up at 3 a.m. Wednesday, which sounds dreadful—and it was—but I knew that by the time I got back to Ada, it would only be around noon. I’d still have the whole day to reset and get ready for classes again. For context, there are no nonstop flights out of Tallahassee, so we had a layover in Atlanta before landing in Columbus and driving back to Ada. While waiting in the airport, our first flight was delayed 60 minutes. That was fine since our layover was two and a half hours, giving us plenty of time to make the second flight. A few minutes later, though, ...

It’s 3 a.m., and the world is still asleep. My alarm goes off, and for a second, I debate hitting snooze—but not today. Today, I’m heading to the airport to see my boyfriend in Tallahassee, where he’s finishing his MBA. We’ve been doing long distance since the spring semester ended in May, and between work and school, it’s been nearly two months since we last saw each other. Knowing it’ll be another two months until Christmas makes this trip feel even more special. The drive to the airport was quiet and calm, the kind of early morning silence that makes you feel like the world belongs only to you. Once I got through security and found my gate, I opened my laptop and dove straight into homework. It wasn’t exactly the most glamorous start to fall break, but I knew I’d thank myself later. My goal for this trip is to actually relax—the last thing I want to think about the next few days is school. As I was typing away, I couldn’t help but think about what Aggie shared in class last week...

This past week has been filled with school and work, which is boring to blog about. So this week, I thought I’d blog about something a little more fun: my hot takes. I got this idea while driving to work when I was stuck behind a slow driver. This brings me to my first hot take. Some may find this insensitive, but I am not a fan of the elderly. When I was driving, I passed that slow car in front of me, as I do when someone goes 35 in a 55. There are very few things in this life that fill me with such fiery, passionate rage as seeing that a bad driver was an older person. I hear my friends make comments about how bad they feel honking at a car, then finding out it’s an older person. I, on the other hand, have a wave of anger that washes over me when I see that the driver is old. This is not simply about driving, either. Have you ever gone to Costco in the afternoon on a weekday? Well, I have. Along with the rest of the retired population in Toledo. They’re slow, take up the aisle, can...