You had it all planned out. You had met people just like you online, and they were so nice. You were so compatible. But they don’t look like their profile picture one bit and you don’t like each other’s statuses. Problem?
You had friends going in, people that you knew before they changed, and before you changed upon arriving. The issue is that you both changed, but not in the same way. Continue reading
published originally on the NU Chronicle
As I set my alarm for Monday morning late on a Sunday night, I decided on 8AM, before remembering, oh wait, tomorrow is Monday! No makeup, which means I get to sleep an extra fifteen minutes. I won’t look as good, but haha, whatever.
On Monday morning, I woke up and looked at my face. It really didn’t look that bad at all; I only started to feel the familiar discomfort and inadequacy as I walked past people on my way to class who looked much more put together and awake than I, with my under-eye bags (they’re designer), oily skin, and adolescent complexion. Continue reading
Where should I sit? Aisle seat? Nah, middle of the row is the way to go.
I should have brought popcorn; I don’t really take notes in this class anyways. I remember I used to have a teacher who gave lectures as if he were telling stories. True, the stories were freaking awesome, but I never remembered what I needed to know for the exam. Continue reading
Jamy Madison is not a real person, but rather, the name that an anonymous blogger adapted for her social experiment, in which she uses Tinder to go on 40 dates over the course of 40 days. Her blog is appropriately named 40 Dates & 40 Nights.
Yesterday was a very blah day.
I woke up alone, feeling well-rested but confused about what time it was, since the room was dim. Continue reading
Just months ago I stood behind a debate stand, timer in hand, ready to speak at hyper-speed.
Having been involved with policy debate for the entire four years of high school, it is bizarre to not have debated in months and to know that I will likely never debate again. I decided to stop debating, but to remain in the activity as a judge for high school tournaments.
The immediate changes are bizarre. No more camp? To not know the topic, to not speak with other debaters in debate jargon, to miss your high school team but to know that you have to move on eventually, because that part of your life is simply behind you?
That was me during the summer, suffering a mild emotional breakdown now and then. Continue reading
This website has come a long way. I’m grateful for every bit of encouragement as well as criticism I’ve received, as it has made me a better writer and person.
I didn’t see myself keeping this up for more than a few months, but at this point in my life, I have no intentions to stop. Still going strong! Continue reading
Dear 13 year old self,
You cannot sing. Give up now.
Don’t stop reading lots and lots of books, but you have to pay attention in class.
Being fiercely independent is something that’s good, just don’t be an island. Try and make more meaningful friends. It’s not fun to always be a lone wolf. Continue reading
1) No Makeup Mondays.
I’m trying to commit to this in college, and it’s going pretty well so far.
It’s not a complete solution to my insecurity, but hey, it’s a start.
2) Eating by yourself.
Lots of people do it; at the dining halls here, loners eat in front of a TV together. Everyone’s on their phone (this bothers me), and I try to force myself to just sit and eat my food.
There’s no shame in eating alone. Not everyone has the time to wait for a friend…some of us are in hurries to get to class; we just need something in our stomachs. Continue reading
I don’t like the cultural shock; I like the cultural awe.
The following is an interview that I did with my friend Natalie, who is an international student (class of 2018).
Where are you from?
I’m from Hong Kong. Born and raised there.
What is the most offensive thing that someone has said to you?
A girl…walked by and she was like, “so you and your friends are the ‘Asian gang’?”
It’s not offensive, and it’s the truth, but the way that she put it, it was very stereotypical. Continue reading