“You need to start blogging!” says every person I ever meet that knows the basic surface information of my college major. So sitting here in my dorm room second semester freshman year, I decide to listen. I like to think I’m giving the people what they want, but just planning on doing it better. So how did I get here? Your guess is as good as mine, so I’ll start with some basic background information. I’m 19 years old from Southeastern Pennsylvania, currently  studying broadcast journalism at Marist College. I decided communications was a suitable area of study for me because I can carry a subpar conversation and can speak moderate English. I realized math and science went out the window for me about 6 years ago in seventh grade pre-algebra, thanks Mrs. Melvin. So with a successful older sister going to dental school to follow in your fathers footsteps, as I sit here starting my blog all I can hear in my head is “This better be good.” For a person who hates change, college hasn’t been the easiest transition, and the lovely Poughkeepsie winter weather (insert complete, utter sarcasm and piles of cold, wet sadness here) is not even a factor. I mean, roommates, classes, figuring out how to get the casing of the Tide Pods out of a sweater, they’re not easy everyday feats. So as I was saying, I’ve never liked change, but keep in mind, this is coming from the girl who’s never lived more than 8 minutes from the hospital I was born at. I grew up in a town called Glen Mills, which is nothing like it sounds. I’ve never seen a single mill, and I’m sure there are a below average amount of men named Glen. Besides being 20 minutes from the City of Brotherly Love, my town is what you would call white bread. Simple, dry, and lacking the peanut butter and fluff. My life thus far has not been highly unusual. I like to shop, travel, eat macaroons and stalk celebrities, so call me basic if you want. I am. Nothing about me is highly unusual, so why would you want to read my blog? I don’t think I know either, but hopefully, we are both pleasantly surprised. So grab your popcorn, because it’s about to get salty…but of course, only if you give a crap.