I have always thought of myself as a decent student. While I was certainly never the girl with color-coded notes, assignment spreadsheets, or pre-planned study schedules, I knew how to work hard. I was intimately familiar with my own capabilities, and I knew that I could walk away with a grade that I was happy with if I applied enough effort when necessary. And for all intents and purposes, this system worked well … for high-school me.
Time is Passing, But Are You?
Time passes even as I type these words. Time passes as I worry about time passing. Time passes as I ponder what to do about time passing.
Artfully Apathetic: Musings on Creative Burnout
When was the last time you were touched by a piece of art? While a seemingly simple question, I have found myself stumped.
Heroic Savior or Clueless Simpleton: The Trials of a Pompous Protagonist
Not all heroes wear capes. Or so I thought, as I walked by Shea Field and stumbled upon a sight I never expected—a coyote frozen under a layer of permafrost.
Head Empty, No Thoughts: A Beginner’s Guide to the Bog of Bleh
You see, I have recently found myself feeling stuck in a bog of bleh—a void of lethargy and nothingness. In it, identity feels irrelevant, purpose seems excessive, ideals feel presumptuous, and goals are downright impossible.
Surrendering to the Serendipitous: A Tribute to Life’s Little Things
My assumption about the meaningfulness of life’s individual details was challenged by the innocent appearance of a camera, and it was forced to buckle.
Creativity: Bottomless Well or a Needy Garden
It’s a rather odd confession to make, but I must say I’ve reached the point in my semester where I am starting to regret that my creativity is not boundless.
Cause of Death: Utter Humiliation
It is very easy to swap our honest imperfections with more impermeable exteriors, but we become much more confident and self-assured when we refuse to mask our unflattering qualities.
Extracting Whimsy from the Mundane: the Manic Pixie Dream Girl’s Guide to Valentine’s Day
Although I can wholeheartedly understand the anti-Valentine’s sentiment—my forever valentine is none other than my dear mother—I cannot say that I feel the same. Valentine’s Day has always been my favorite holiday.
How to Dream Beyond the Ditch
I just spent my morning in a ditch. I mean, it was more of a mental ditch, but it was a ditch nonetheless.