So, perhaps stating that Mia Thermopolis ruined my entire life is a tad bit dramatic, but I don’t think it is an exaggeration at all to say that “The Princess Diaries” negatively altered how I viewed myself.
Although I still often feel the need to practice my journaling everyday, I know the last thing I want to do is think of such an enjoyable and fulfilling hobby as a looming chore. So I’m learning to be okay with inconsistency.
Taking classes online is hard, and remote learning has thrown many of us off-balance and into unpredictable situations.
I hope you will remember that even the simplest signals of appreciation can be the most meaningful, even without a shower of rose petals and chocolates in hand.
If you are feeling a little lonely this February, I hope you remember that you have yourself. The only person who can make you whole is yourself, and a little self-love goes a long way in doing so.
Movements are stronger with mass participation and support — it’s our responsibility to fight the battles of this generation.
Little by little, I’m accumulating a narrative of my own unique college experience through personal photos of what I consider the most important and intimate moments.
The first time you experience something is never quite the same as the second or third time. The exhilaration and excitement I felt in this particular moment will go unmatched.
While it’s tough to shake off this unwavering feeling that everyone around me is leading better lives, it’s important that I learn to do so.
By the amount of people I saw listening to “‘tis the damn season” by Taylor Swift over break, I could tell we were all going through something together despite the physical distance between us.
I am not pretending to believe that this new administration will be able to solve all of the nation’s problems and catapult us into some shiny utopian future, but at times it may just be appropriate to celebrate the little things.
My disillusionment with the U.S. did not start on the day of the Capitol insurrections.
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.
