So, you’re headed home for Thanksgiving, or maybe you’re headed out-of-state to see extended family. Either way, at some point this week, you’ll be sitting down with your family and talking about… well, you, probably. You’ve been away at college, and your loved ones will want to know three things:

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As I’m sure you're aware, Thursday is Thanksgiving. As I’ve wished friends and classmates a happy holiday, I’ve gotten mixed reactions. Some wish me the same. Some gush about family traditions and Thanksgiving foods. Some talk about seeing their families for the first time in four months. Some talk about partying with high school friends. Some, however, scoff at the well wishes. They say they hate Thanksgiving because it celebrates colonialism and the abuse of Native Americans. They hate it because they can’t stand their families (or their families’ political beliefs). They hate it because they don’t like the food or are the only vegan or vegetarian at the table. Or, they hate it because they find it hard to give thanks in that environment.

Harvey Weinstein. Roy Moore. Louis C.K. Sen. Al Franken. Kevin Spacey. President Donald Trump. That’s just off the top of my head. No, the gross crimes and actions these men have been accused of aren't the same and don't share moral equivalency. But the varying shades of sexual misconduct, assault allegations and rape charges indicate a systemic problem beyond Hollywood or Washington, D.C.

When I first read Tom Stoppard’s play, “Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead,” I was in what I like to dub the first great existential crisis of my life. It was my senior year of high school and the only thing that gave me any sense of purpose in my life was focusing on college applications. Getting into college — my top choice, specifically — was the only goal I had. After that, I wasn’t sure what I wanted to study or what I wanted to do. I was beginning to realize the be-all and end-all of my high school life was not the be-all and end-all of life.

The saying “Jack of all trades, master of none” might apply to most areas of life, but I don’t believe art is one of them. Out of all the types of skills to have, artistic competency has to be one of the most malleable because of its inclusion of more than simply technical ability. Making broad generalizations about anything creatively done is something worth straying away from, but I think there is something to be said about what makes truly great art.

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You are woken up by the sound of your parents and grandparents chatting loudly and energetically over coffee at the kitchen table and the smell of pies being prepped for baking. You’re still tired, but you get out of bed anyway so you don’t miss any of the family fun.

You’re exhausted. You haven’t showered in a few days because you haven’t left the library. Your diet for the past week has consisted solely of Starbucks paninis and Jimmy John’s sandwiches delivered to your workspace. You fear 90 percent of the liquid inside your body is now pure coffee, and you’ve seen several of your friends break down crying. That’s right — it’s exam season.

You’ve been sitting at home for hours, trying to think of ways to entertain yourself. You and your roommates thought because it was a bye week for UF football, you might as well use Saturday to relax and have a lazy day.

It’s Friday the 13th — the spookiest day of the year. You decide to take advantage of the eerie end of the week and break out your old Ouija board with some of your friends.