Ever since my first-year I’ve had a self-awareness for the ephemerality of my time as an undergrad.
What else had I overlooked on the assumption that it was uninteresting?
The way I see it, I’ll only do this once.
There’s lots of tickling, lots of tag or hide-and-go-seek, and so many “let’s pretend” scenarios — so many.
I tell myself I can do all of these things, but I really can’t do this, not all by myself. And I shouldn’t want to.
I’ve discovered the benefits of procrastination and the alleviating truth that I’d rather be a happy slacker than miserable and punctual.
I have the privilege of coming home to a younger brother who is increasingly inspiring.
At first glance, the past year seems to have been ridden with havoc and despair.
I wake up to the feeling of crisp and freshly washed sheets enveloping me and the sound of my family talking downstairs, their voices reverberating softly throughout the house.
In light of recent events, I’ve been bombarded with a sense of mourning from the people around me.
