For my four long years of high school, I woke up at 5:30 every morning to go to swim practice and then stayed up late nearly every night to finish my chemistry homework. I desperately wanted to get into my dream school, the University of Southern California (USC), nearly 3,000 miles away from my home in Connecticut. And then, I got my acceptance letter—reaching my long-awaited goal. Yet, my struggles were far from over.
I walked into my dorm room for the first time last August and to the outside world, I looked like any other eager, nervous 18-year-old, ready to start her freshman... Read More