Spring is Sprung; I, However, Am Not.
It’s 75 degrees outside, the sky is blue, birds are chirping. Spring is here (summer, nearly) and I am at work in the FAC, busily putting appointments into the system which will then, inevitably, drop them. There are no windows in the Undergraduate Writing Center. On days like today, that seems like an immensely cruel [...]
Elections
Hi folks,
It’s been a while, huh? Sorry about that. The semester is slipping away like egg white through my fingers. Guess you can tell where my mind has been.
The Swing of Things
Another day, another dollar. This semester’s “first day of school” was something of an anticlimax, given that I am only taking two real classes. These classes, however, are so real that I don’t even feel guilty about slacking. Fourth-semester Arabic: six credit hours, four days a week, bajillions of hours of homework. Priceless. Or something. [...]
Live from New York, It’s Wednesday Morning
Forgive me. I am very much still on vacation. One night last week Sophie and I watched five episodes of Sex and the City (season 6, natch) and then had to complete the entire NYT crossword puzzle in order to prevent our brains from falling out of our ears.
Tautomorphemic nonback nonobstruents
Oh, the end of the semester. That joyous time between Thanksgiving and Christmas. The air is cold and filled with feelings of celebration, festivity, and the spirit of the season:
anxiety.
My 21st birthday came in three parts
Last week, I turned 21. I know, right? No, I didn’t skip a grade. I’m just, um, young for my age. Even though I feel like I’ve been 40 since I was 3.
Post-Election Blues
Basic publicity, folks: if you’re going to have a canned food drive, people should probably know about it ahead of time, because I don’t know about you, but I’m not usually lugging cans of beans in my backpack when I’m biking to school. Thus, it really confused me when I came down to the South [...]
On Anticlimax
Anticlimax is when two people love each other very, very much, and then they get divorced.
No, it’s not.
Halloween
I have never been part of a group costume before (unless I’m blocking a memory of the Spice Girls ca. 1996), but this year, my friends and I dressed up as ballerinas. I burned my finger with the hot glue gun while making my tutu. We went to Domy and saw some drawings of monsters.
