Transitioning into student life hasn’t been all sleek and smooth. It has felt similar to re-learning snowboarding every winter. My sedentary triceps burn and ache from continuously having to push myself back up, I have an impressive array of multicolored and shaped bruises and I can’t sit without howling in pain. Yet I’m beaming because nothing beats the joy of getting down that terrifying hill of ice in one piece.

Public Park Apocalypse

Elizabeth Oakes's essay focuses on our uncanny fascination with the apocalyptic and scenarios of a world after the fall of mankind. Is any of us really going to end up as the lone wolf protagonists of a post-apocalyptic world?