“...Sometimes the fear isn’t mine. It’s like it stands behind me and I feel what it feels. Like it’s holding its breath. Just waiting.”

I was walking through the aisles of a second-hand book store when I stumbled upon a book. The Unbearable Lightness of Being by Milan Kundera. It sounded so philosophical. The juxtapositional title intrigued me even more. The unbearable lightness? How can lightness be unbearable? Honestly, after reading the book over the course of several months, annotating it densely, and pondering upon it for weeks afterward, I still can’t tell you.

I had been so focused on the things surrounding my life that I didn’t stop for a second to focus on my surroundings, and how close I was to the edge. Each step taken after the other had no change to the naked eye. But slowly and surely the dirt beneath my feet was becoming more undone each time my foot hit the floor.

I was like a diamond ring flushed down a septic pipe that came out the other end somehow still pristine.

With every piece, we leave evidence that a student created something and worked hard enough to make it shareable with the public. It reminds us that creativity doesn’t suddenly appear. It is developed through failure, passion and patience.

Students called him the King of the Grill. Then, he disappeared. Students who had built their routine around stopping by his line were asking each other the same question: what happened to Kenny?

I haven't been on a spring break trip in my entire college career. It’s my senior year, too, so I decided I needed to go away.

I am sure that we have all heard the famous "everything happens for a reason," but I wonder who the genius behind that was. I would love to meet them and subsequently get some explanations along the way, too.

When I first stepped onto the University of New Haven’s campus, I didn’t think I was going to be an English Major.

My journey through Horseshoe Magazine was a bit different from other people’s.

Over the past year or two, however, I have become extremely aware of how little the public education system actually taught me. A lot of what I have learned has come from my own curiosity.

Photo by John Mercatante Contributing Writer John Mercatante First Night Under La Tour Eiffel I thought I had a good idea what La Tour Eiffel would be like before arriving in Paris. There were so many photos and postcards that I thought that it would feel familiar or small enough to see with one glance. But as I walked towards it on a nice warm night with my girlfriend, the illusion of La Tour Eiffel changed every time I took a step closer to it until we finally got to the ba