I don’t know where to go or what to do. I’m trying to give myself time for reflection, but it seems silly to worry about a school musical when people are dying.
Most people in the world probably see 2020 as the year of the novel coronavirus outbreak — and this is no exception in Japan.
“I can’t wait until I’m abroad.” These are the words I often told myself in times of stress throughout college.
We live in a world that is dominated by social media and in a culture that puts too much trust in its most-followed users. It is more obvious now — while the globe is battling COVID-19 — than ever just how dependent we are on “reliable news sources” like Instagram, Facebook and Twitter.
The moment she asked me to run a half-marathon with her, hesitation and doubt rushed in. In high school, we ran cross country together, but I ran for fun, not for the competition.
These are choices that I made to express myself, and I wanted to prove that I was more than what may meet the eye.
A quick Google search for “medical benefits to doing dishes” yields infinitely more results than a search for “medical benefits to staring at my phone for 10 minutes.”
If you’re reading this late at night as a break from your homework, take this as a sign to go to bed and get some rest.
Although it took some time and effort to bring to the fore, this commonality gave me a platform to try to close the distance in some of my relationships.
My journey was a strenuous one that required the skill of Vin Diesel and the level headedness of former President Barack Obama.
Next time you know a friend is about to go abroad, see it as a time for self-discovery and exploration of a community you think you know. You never know what’ll find.
While daily rain storms may be a drag, hopefully my advice will lead to dryer walks to class during spring showers.
There are numerous instances that exemplify how coronavirus has affected the increased level of xenophobia and outright racism in the U.S. against Asians, revealing the uglier undertones outlining coronavirus concerns.
To some extent, I think it is valid that I now feel challenged by a piece of culture that I used to feel comfortable with.
Though perhaps choosing to have a watch party on a weeknight is not the brightest of ideas, it has certainly made for some fun times — and isn’t that arguably just as important a part of college life as the academic side?
The spring semester is upon us, and I am sure that I am not alone in saying that choosing a major, a summer internship and a career has become a daily mental battleground for me.
“Little Women” has helped ease my fears of change and embrace it with the hope of growth.
It took me about two months to come to the abrupt realization that I — during what was supposed to be the most liberating time of my life — wasn’t exactly happy at the University.
Rejection. Disappointment. Failure. These things are the bane of the typical University student’s existence — they are our kryptonite.
Being an undecided major can be torturous on Grounds — or on any college campus, for that matter.
