Each Day I Love You More
by Brittany Ackerman
I need one more elective to graduate and the only option is a yoga class that meets in the basement of the Wildermuth Intramural Center. It takes me twenty-five minutes to walk there in the snow. All of my friends took their electives freshman year, but I had stocked up on as many writing workshops as possible. I’ve never done yoga before. I always thought it was an activity meant for tall, skinny girls to become even taller and skinnier, or for guys who drank coconut water had their tongues and penises pierced. But I choose yoga because tennis, Pilates, basketball, karate, even water polo, are all already taken.