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(04/28/19 11:15pm)
When it comes to my relationship, I am a bit territorial. When I witness my partner getting more attention from someone who is not me or notice him enjoying the company of someone else, a familiar burning sensation starts to settle in my chest and in my stomach. It’s jealousy.
(03/26/19 11:38pm)
One of my favorite uses for social media is to fuel my endless need for celebrity gossip. There is honestly nothing more entertaining than watching one of those Cosmo or Seventeen videos about celebrities and their personal lives. Their lives are totally and utterly my business, right? Right now, I am highly invested in Jordyn Woods’ drama with the KarJenner family. I live for updates on Meghan Markle’s royal baby — she’s due in April or May, in case you were wondering. As much as I admit my love for gossip, I have also recognized how social media and gossip is toxic and misleading, especially towards women.
(02/15/19 2:08am)
Let’s face it — we all aspire to create a life for ourselves that makes others jealous or a life that we can rub in the face of our haters and competitors. Just ask Ariana Grande, who recently dropped her newest album that features the hit song “7 rings.” As the song suggests, we all are motivated by the idea of proving someone else wrong and finally being able to capture the life we all really want. Perhaps even to say we are “motivated” is too soft — we thrive off the idea of “making it.”
(02/01/19 3:47am)
I have learned a lot in these past four years, and I can certainly say that I am learning still. It is a cliche that every fourth-year says, but it is the unshakeable truth. In fact, one thing I learned in my fourth year was how to read. Yes, that’s right — I learned how to read.
(10/30/18 3:44am)
To me, my parents have always been invincible. They were my first superheroes, the ones who held my hand and promised me ice cream when I had to get painful vaccination shots at the pediatrician’s office. They were the ones who could chase any nightmare away. I almost never saw them cry, get sick or make any mistake at all. I didn’t even think that they would ever become “older.” They were always, always capable, and it never occurred to until very recently that they are regular humans too.
(10/19/18 4:21am)
From the time I was young child, one of the clearest memories I have is being told how “sweet” and “innocent” I was — to extent where I was even “gullible.” I do not deny that this was the case, as I was very much a rather naive child who was a little oblivious to certain realities. My personality traits do point in the direction of naive more often than not. I have always had trouble saying no to people in fear of hurting feelings. I tend to be nice to the point where I have trouble standing up for myself —- again, because I am afraid of hurting someone’s feelings. I am so afraid of confrontation that it backfires, and I am labeled a push-over.
(10/01/18 3:07am)
My true self is not someone who people know or inquire about. No one ever seems to know where I really spend all of my time or what I do into the late hours of the night. I am an enigma that only a handful of people at this University have managed to decipher.
(09/17/18 2:43am)
If someone asked me to choose one thing to take with me in case of a fire, I would without a doubt say my mint box of multi-colored Sharpies.
(09/07/18 2:09am)
The place was clean but barren and cold. I thought I was prepared for the shock, but I had never been to a government hospital before. In the maternity ward, all I could see were steel tables along a wall, some were occupied by young women with swollen bellies. As I moved closer, I realized that those steel tables were the beds where the women would actually give birth. At one end of the “bed” was a U-shaped cutout and a plastic bowl positioned under the hollow it created. Women in labor would essentially place their feet on either side of the U-shaped cutout, squat over the plastic bowl underneath and push.
(05/10/18 6:56pm)
Finals season has as much a culture of its own as Coachella. Yes, the comparison seems strange, but stick with me for a moment. Both occur regularly during the year, have a distinct sense of style and share an atmosphere of fervent daze. The two events also both take place at a huge expense; Coachella in terms of monetary expense and finals in terms of mental expense. And people dream of both making it to Coachella and making it through finals. It is indeed one of those things where one wishes that they could close their eyes and arrive at their final destination.
(04/22/18 1:31am)
Spreadsheets are the most functional way people can organize, categorize, systematize and generally just “-ize” things into a more visually pleasing manner. As a college student, the need for planning and organization is so great that I have quite literally tried to plan years out on a computerized spreadsheet, starting as young as the age of 18, when I supposedly knew exactly what would happen over the busiest four years of my life.
(03/23/18 4:17am)
My boyfriend Samvit and I met in our junior year of high school at the ripe old age of 16. At the time, I was living in Bangalore, which is a major city in the southern part of India and often referred to as the Silicon Valley of the country. We didn’t start dating until the eleventh-hour in our senior year, long after I had sent off my college applications and even paid my deposit for my spot at the University. Samvit, on the other hand, had chosen to stay in India for law school. I never thought I would find myself in a long-distance relationship, but when the time came to decide what we wanted to do, we both agreed to give it a shot.
(02/28/18 5:30am)
Even now, as a 21-year-old college student, I am afraid of other being people being mad at me. It may sound exaggerated, but I have grown so averse to it that even the slightest bit of an argument or the most insignificant of body gestures causes me to jump to the worst conclusions. I begin to analyze my actions from the past couple minutes, picking apart everything I’ve said, the tone I’ve said it in, the way I had been standing, where I was looking and my breathing pattern — you get the picture.
(02/02/18 2:20am)
There have been many times when I’ve had to socialize with people I don’t know at all or haven’t talked to in years. These sorts of situations are hits or misses — conversation can flow as smooth as honey, or it can halt abruptly and trickles inconsistently like a blocked pipe.
(10/11/17 3:26am)
The first time I was a hostess, my work attire included things like dress pants, ties and blazers. The restaurant’s atmosphere was formal and stuffy with an added air of pretentiousness — it was a rather upscale place. What bothered me most was simply the unspoken rule that I couldn’t be myself.
(07/11/17 3:56pm)
My internship over the summer has been pushing my personal boundaries. The other day I realized I was starting to feel more confident in my capability of being a parent one day.
(05/30/17 1:54am)
What is good and what is bad about yourself? Such a black and white question can never be answered in a similar black and white manner. Classifying yourself into two such rudimental categories is rather unfair in some ways. Regardless of whether it’s naming the good or the bad about yourself, it is always hard to talk about because it makes us self-conscious. Yet there will be many a time (e.g., job interviews) when we have to talk about ourselves. Therefore, I want to do exactly that.
(05/05/17 3:22am)
More days than not, I am one of many people wearing “athleisure” clothing and speed walking my way to class in moderately expensive Nike running shoes. Those shoes have probably seen a treadmill fewer times than they have the inside of various University buildings. I appreciate how they make my calves look nice and shapely. On all other days, I (attempt) to put effort into my “outfit” — a collection of clothing simply classified as “not sweats.”
(04/27/17 6:32am)
My morning routine starts at 8 a.m., the moment my alarm goes off. I am one of those poor fools who (still) thinks she can pull off 9 a.m. classes Monday through Thursday. Each day, I go through my ritual of purchasing coffee from Crossroads and a measly breakfast of a granola bar.
(04/06/17 6:08am)
I just recently went to a training module for resident staff where the presenter began with the opening line, “We’re going to go around the room and rate our days on a scale of one through 10. Along with that I want you to give me one adjective that describes your day.”