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(05/03/20 7:32pm)
Since students at the University were sent home in March, I’ve found that I have had more privacy than I ever could have imagined. I live in a big house with just my parents, older brother and dog, so there is plenty of room for everyone. I can be completely alone in my bedroom or in the basement, which my mom still calls “The Playroom” because of all the games my brothers and I would play down there in that expansive room — knee football, Nerf battles, building forts, ping pong. Having so much space and solitude is nice for awhile, but I think it’s too much space for myself.
(03/31/20 6:29pm)
Because most of us are cooped up in our houses, we have some more free time, me included. To avoid falling into my classic vacation routine — waking up at noon, watching TV all day and struggling to get any exercise — I have extended my daily checklist of school activities to my off-Grounds life.
(03/14/20 5:44am)
When I Googled “productive procrastination” to find a scholarly definition for this term, the search results were, unsurprisingly, not too helpful. No one seems to agree on whether or not productive procrastination is a good thing. In fact, the top search result is an article warning against believing that you’re really being productive. The second result is an article praising productive procrastination as possibly good for you.
(03/03/20 5:15am)
I want to share with you stories of how music shortened the distance between others and me. I’ll spoil the first story for you now — it doesn’t really have a happy ending. The second story, however, offers some hope.
(10/16/19 2:05am)
The last seconds ticking down on the clock that Sunday afternoon at M&T Bank Stadium in Baltimore were joyous. Dozens of football fanatics began barking like dogs — imitating one of the Cleveland Browns’ mascots — because their beloved Browns had just trounced the Baltimore Ravens. Packed into a corner of the stands next to the field, I was proud to be standing alongside my fellow hooligans clad in our orange, sweat-stained Browns jerseys.