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(05/15/18 1:54am)
At the end of my second year, I stood on the sidewalk of 14th Street and said goodbye to someone I thought I would never see again. The details of the story — who he was, who I was, who we were — aren’t so important as the idea of that scene — me, halfway through college, and he, about to finish it. And the two of us — me on the sidewalk, he on the front porch of his then-house — saying goodbye to each other. He was headed north for work, and he told me to let him know if I ever found myself in his new city.
(11/15/17 5:06am)
I had been counting the days until Oct. 27 for a long time. It was — of course — the day on which Netflix released “The Center Will Not Hold,” the much-anticipated (by me) biopic on one of my most favorite writers, Joan Didion. I had somehow convinced a whole handful of my housemates to gather in our upstairs living room and watch the documentary together quickly after it was released. We gathered, we watched and, after watching, we discussed.
(11/03/17 4:08am)
Last January, I found myself waiting for a response and being left with only disappointment. I had, for lack of a more apt term, been seeing someone in an admittedly on-and-off manner in the weeks leading up to the end of the fall semester. The last day of finals was the last time we saw each other before heading back to our hometowns for winter break and before I left to study abroad for the spring semester. I wasn’t sure where we would go from there, but as we were parting to go our separate ways he suggested that we keep in touch while I was gone — that we “start an email chain.”
(10/18/17 4:40am)
I finished up a six-month stint of study-abroad-and-solo-travel this past June, feeling — as I boarded my plane back to the U.S. — a satisfyingly oxymoronic mix of Wanting to Return and Resistance to Leave. Since coming back to the University in particular, I’ve been greeted with a familiar round of questions — Are you glad to be back? What do you miss? Does this feel too normal now? Are you bored? What was your favorite place? What did you learn?
(10/04/17 3:30am)
In whatever book I’m presently reading, I keep a bookmark that is a folded-up photocopy of a paper my grandmother used to carry in her notebook. It’s a series of sentences that each begin with the phrase “Just for today,” and sworn statements of daily goals and hopes.
(09/20/17 4:21am)
In an English class last week, my professor asked a question — tangential to the works of Emerson and Thoreau which we had previously been discussing — that’s weighed on me throughout the past two weeks since it was first brought up.
(04/13/17 5:34am)
Before leaving for study abroad this semester, a friend of mine and I were sitting around a fire at her farm in Barboursville, Va., reflecting on the past month and looking forward to our upcoming time away. She had just started seeing someone and things were going excitingly well. They had arranged to visit each other over break — for him to visit her family in Georgia, for her to visit his in Ohio. To move, basically, as close to dating as possible without actually calling it that.
(03/30/17 5:59am)
In an email to me not so long ago, a friend was outlining her travel flubs as she made her way from Washington, D.C. to Florence, stopping in Berlin for a layover along the way. She had just confused pounds for euros, and had been publicly scolded for her ignorance.
(03/17/17 4:41am)
It was an innocent enough question, likely asked with far less intention and pointedness than I assumed. But nevertheless, it struck me. It was a post-dinner evening on the ship, and I was sitting in a chair, trying to do schoolwork. A friend walked up and joined me, and we killed time with conversation.
(02/23/17 6:50am)
It was 5 a.m. at a fish market, of all places.
(02/10/17 3:22am)
I first heard about Semester at Sea through an old friend’s Instagram account, which is indicative of a whole handful of things, but especially of the heightened globalization of the world. Without getting technical or meta or anything of the sort, how crazy is it to think that a single series of photographs determined my path five years into the future?
(12/01/16 2:41am)
I uncovered a family secret over break — my grandmother was married once before she tied the knot with my grandfather.
(11/17/16 1:54am)
I receive countless emails as a subscriber to the Politics Department’s listserv. However, a few weeks ago I stumbled upon one a bit different — one broadcasting free Turkish lessons rather than Washington, D.C. based internships. Immediately, I reached out to some famously spontaneous friends in the hopes they’d be as excited to take advantage of the opportunity as I was. Lucky for me, they were.
(11/03/16 3:24am)
I’m not sure where exactly it started to go wrong, but nevertheless, it was one of those days when you wake up thinking you’re actually pretty ahead of the game — and then by noon, you realize you can’t recall the last time you were so overwhelmed.
(10/06/16 12:34am)
I was reading a book this summer and from all of it, one line stuck clearly with me: “Yes, everyone else thinks they are just as special as you do.”
(09/22/16 3:45am)
A great friend of mine from high school recently set off to spend two years overseas serving in London as a Mormon missionary. I’m not Mormon myself, so I admittedly wasn’t too well-acquainted with the idea of a mission or how exactly it all works. But suffice to say that, while mission-ing, communication is quite limited. To counter that and keep in touch, we’ve taken to writing letters to each other.
(09/05/16 1:49am)
1. I’m going to make the most of this syllabus week.
(04/28/16 12:59am)
I woke up Thursday morning to a towed car. I had moved it from its usual garage to a spot right outside of my apartment complex — an admittedly illegal spot, but one that I saw cars take up daily, for multiple days in a row, with no apparent or heard-of consequences. I had happily, excitedly and unquestioningly volunteered to drive my good friend to the airport at the peaceful hour of five in the morning, and had figured that, for the sake of sanity, it would be best for me to park nearby rather than walk 20 minutes the morning of to pick up the vehicle.
(04/14/16 1:23am)
It started with my English professor. We were talking about Charles Dickens, his love of overwhelming detail and movement, his hatred of stagnancy. “What he’s saying,” my professor said, slowly smiling during our seminar, “is that you ought to mean what you do. Be deliberate, intentional, meaningful.”
(03/31/16 1:33am)
I must be watching too many movies. Or reading too many books. There’s not too much trouble with this scenario but the fact that watching movies, reading books and hearing stories shift your way of thinking. You listen to enough stories, and after a while you start to think life works similarly to the stories you’ve been listening to.