Sitting at the tables outside of the Starbucks at the Henry Madden Library, we have all experienced a strange phenomenon. Working on laptops and homework, the occasional glance up from a screen to meet someone else’s gaze, and we quickly turn back to what we were doing.
» Dalton Gumz
Once the scattered droplets of rain ceased to fall upon Visalia’s Goshen Park, cars slowly began to trickle into the gravel parking lot. The players of the Central California War Angels women’s football team got out and finished putting on their pads and jerseys as they headed toward the field.
Valentine’s Day has historically been referred to as the “Day of Love.” Growing up, we all remember the heart-shaped candies, boxes of chocolates and cards that profess our love for one another. But who says we need one specific day to tell our significant others that we love them?
It begins like clockwork every week. As soon as the sun fades over the lackluster hills, lines of cars begin to pour in, bringing excessive amounts of students to my apartment complex.