Chloe Olewitz

I spent a lot of time dreaming up Insighters for the final weeks of my final year of academia, forever. I didn’t realize how few weeks were left. I waver between terrible excitement for the ceremony of graduation — the ...

It’s hard to write about the rainbows and the bubbles when terrible things happen in the world. I suppose somewhere or other there is always something terrible happening in the world, but true to the tune of #firstworldproblems, it is ...

The pollen slapped me across the face this week, and everything yellow made me love spring less these last few weeks in Atlanta before I share my town with the commencement crowd. Does anyone else think that 80 degree temperatures ...

I’ve been hiding in the corners of the bookstore while the weather changes a few degrees in either direction from day to day, as indecisive as I am about my “future.” When people ask, I assume I haven’t quite figured ...

In a way, the things that are happening in the world, that are endlessly more important than what marks I get from the 21 course hours I am taking my second semester of senior year, make it easier to stagger ...

We’re itching for Spring. Maybe because now that spring break is behind us, we complain either that we’re back to school or that our tans are fading. Maybe that we didn’t get enough sun at all, and it’s not warm ...

I think we’re all trying to cheat the weather gods a bit these weeks, hoping that a singular ray of sunshine in the middle of a rainy afternoon is good cause for shorts and flip flops.  It will go up ...

In 2009, I was a freshman at Emory, and it rained for what felt like forever. I came to the all too foreign South, delusional with dreams of metropolitan city life that could never compare to home, my nose in ...

Let’s talk about Wednesday. Wednesday was a hot storm, warm and wet and slippery in the hallways if you didn’t stop to wipe your shoes. I forgot, a few times. It was a mess. When it stopped for a few ...