The mortality and rebirth of the youth
By Sarah Kim | January 29, 2021Perhaps Taylor Swift was right — we are happy, free, confused and lonely at the same time and in the best way.
Perhaps Taylor Swift was right — we are happy, free, confused and lonely at the same time and in the best way.
In a lot of ways, I feel like the strong, independent woman that my mom wants me and my sisters to be. However, there are still so many things that I get nervous doing.
So what has really changed besides the clock and the calendar? What is there to celebrate?
I know I can’t be the only one who has occasionally gotten bored over this longer-than-usual winter break. So I’ve been searching for an activity that consumes my mind so that I don’t realize the time is passing.
Books provide a unique kind of solace like no other, and I fully intend to fall back in love with the art of reading.
I know it’s difficult to take a full course load online and at home, so to all the students who stayed home this semester, I just want to say that I am proud of you.
Here I am thinking back on how I’ve spent my 2020, and I really don’t know what I could have done differently.
There’s almost always something to treasure, and if not, there’s always tomorrow.
What had seemed like the most trivial thing to me before — taking care of houseplants — has become a vital form of life support.
There’s no getting around it. This year has been — to put it lightly — a bad one.
Growing up watching various teen protagonists who’d glamorously write letters and journals in picturesque scenes — including characters like Mia Thermopolis from “The Princess Diaries” and Elena Gilbert from “The Vampire Diaries” — I was inspired to dabble in the art form myself.
I know the sun will come out eventually, so for now I’ll do my best to smile upon our grey and empty Grounds.
As well as taking care of yourself, remember to also look outwards and show your care for others during these next few weeks — we’re almost there.
4:15 a.m. is not the ideal wakeup time for a college student, especially when you’ve barely received four hours of sleep.
I have always been the type of person to hand write my notes.
We are all entitled to our own opinions — though they are shaped by our experiences — and I recognize that perhaps I am more ready for change than others.
I hope you will remember this — being proficient means you showed up, you tried and you wanted it.
Let’s normalize dipping our fries into milkshakes — frankly, it’s delicious.
Three days into my challenge, I came to the conclusion that living without snacks is just not feasible for me.
Like many people during quarantine, I also began to find comfort in going on walks — with a mask of course — to escape from the dangerous comfort of my room every once in a while.