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Katie Franks
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Back in Bidness
I forgot I had this blog, and then I decided I wanted
to start blogging my experiences as a pre-med student and then I
remembered THIS blog. So I'm back and bloggier than ever. I have always been a fan of blogging/blogs/bloggers
specifically those of the...

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Insane in the Membrane
It is Wednesday... that feels like a Tuesday, because yesterday was a Monday that felt like a Sunday because that was the day, the only day, we can celebrate human rights, so we got school off. Horray. Quick before I get into my daily post, I want to say so...

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Operation: Love Myself 1.0
Today I love my tongue.. The tongue is often very under-appreciated. I mean this lil guy helps us talk, sing, kiss ;), and of course taste. That's why I'm giving my muscle in my mouth so much love today. Because it let's me taste amazing things and that mak...

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Fearing the Love, but Loving the Fear
I've always been drawn to love, though I don't exactly know what it is. I believe I've felt it once, or maybe twice, but as I've learned in philosophy, because I cannot trace it to a specific sense, it isn't actually real. Well, for all intensive purposes, ...

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Operation 'Love Myself'
Today was a yoga day. Now I'm not a "yogi" by any means, but I sure love it. I'm never the best in the class, I always get a little winded, but it's always a progress; and I think that's why they call it a "practice." I love Yoga because it makes me love my...

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Waiting for Meaning
As a classic story lover, I depend on all that plot mumbo gumbo. So it's plain to see Waiting for Godot was a challenge for me to wrap my head around, and even accept the play itself. After several discussions with some friends, (most of them ended in extre...

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Is Forgiveness the Key to Freedom.
As many of the students at Arapahoe High School have come to know, forgetting the past is hard. No matter how hard we try, the nightmare is still there and the anxiety still stands. So what does it take to finally be free from the past and all the terror it...

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