Katie Jane Villanueva

Kate Jane Villanueva
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Pronouns: she/her/hers

Katie Jane is a fourth-year student majoring in History. Outside of Iris, Katie Jane works as a graphic designer for Aramark, freelance artist, and DJ for WXTJ Charlottesville. She spends her free time making animations for TikTok, gaming or watching cartoons with friends, and pretending to do homework at Starbucks.

 

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When I was in high school, I looked very different. I had short, manic-pixie-dream-girl-esq hair after cutting my long, blonde waves to a bob in the middle of my sophomore year.

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Let’s start with a story. The routine was like clockwork. My La La Land “City of Stars'' themed alarm would blare at 6:30am.

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Over fall break, I was in Boston with one of my good friends to look at law schools. On the way to find food, we found ourselves in the shopping district.

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Is “fast fashion” really that bad if it's affordable? 

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Self-governance has the potential to cultivate ingenuity, trust and leadership among the student body at the University. 

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That is what ghosts are to me–evidence of previous existence. These echoes and artifacts are the subject of this week’s issue, in honor of Halloween and all things spooky and scary. 

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Texas has its gubernatorial election this November. As a Texan and Virginian, I keep talking about the election. No one seems to care about the results. Texas can’t– or won’t– change. Why does it matter?

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This article was written during the Spring 2022 semester, but was never published.

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They’re all the same, really, Mari thinks as she straightens her stiff, white coat and brushes a stray auburn hair back into her claw clip.

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I blame you for everything –
I blame myself for even more.
I’m dumb and stubborn; you, careless.

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The morning air felt thick with secrecy, and the forest beyond the porch beckoned Jack into its pulsing green heart.

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His scent envelops
swallowing all that is mine