“Let’s squeeze those glutes!” Not one to disobey, I follow the yoga instructor’s suit, albeit less elegantly, creating my own angular, possibly avant-garde, rendition of warrior three. I am on a string of wellness classes that I spontaneously signed up for during a post spring break burst of motivation. I have thus far braved kickboxing,.
I, like many other people my age, have seen the bad press about Generation Z. We are afflicted with non-existent attention spans, unwavering gazes locked on phone screens, a vocabulary of filler words and reactionary exclamations, like the comment section of an Instagram post. We are, the critics write, the generation that has lost the.