anya learns how to write

I love eggs. Nothing makes me happier than cooking up a pan full of buttery, fluffy scrambled eggs. You can often find me hanging around the Uni kitchen, making eggs for me and my friends. This love for eggs comes from my family’s weekly Sunday brunch, where I am the designated egg-cooker. Sunday brunch is a long-standing family tradition that follows a clear routine. My dad always wakes up first on Sundays and brews a strong pot of coffee while waiting for the rest of the family, then I come downstairs and begin whisking eggs. By the time the first omelet hits the pan, my sister and stepmom will likely have shown up in the kitchen. My sister usually appears half-awake and draped in blankets, like she just rolled awake and took most of the bed with her. The Sunday brunch menu has varied over the years, but the staples remain the same. Eggs are the star of every brunch – whether they’re scrambled, cheesy, over easy, or sunny. My personal favorite egg method is the omelet because o...

Cross county practice is always the best part of any day, especially when we have a long run. My pack of girls cycles through about a dozen routes so that we don’t get bored of the same places. One of my favorite running destinations is the Stick Place, which lies behind the Arboretum. The Stick Place is a small forest of tall, thin trees planted in straight rows, interspersed with twiggy bushes and the ruins of past cross country building projects. Thick woody vines hang between some trees, providing excellent ropes for swinging. Light filters peacefully through the tall branches, contributing to the serene atmosphere. Sometimes we’ll spot a deer picking its way through the undergrowth or hear birds calling to each other from above. The Stick Place is a wonderful destination if you’re looking for some peace and quiet, but the girls cross country team runs there to smash sticks. We whack fallen branches on trees to shatter them with a satisfying thwack! Stick shards fly as we rel...