Here’s a lesson for you. You better not mess with a writer, because she will psycho-analyze the shit out of herself, everyone around her, and the entirety of your existence.
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This Kid I Know: Natalie
How did you two meet? That’s the most common question that Natalie and I get whenever we’re together.
Girl friends are just as great as guy friends.
Girls receive too much shade for being supposed jealous, hormonal creatures. Not all of us are like that.
This Kid I Know: Lisette
Ask me how Lisette and I met, and I might shoot off some story about a conversation we had at an Atlanta meet-up, or a week or so into the first week of school when she sat down at a table where I was sitting, alone.
Fall 2014: What TV Shows I’m Watching
1) How to Get Away With Murder ABC’s newest legal drama stars badass professor Annalise Keating (played by Viola Davis aka Aibileen, the sweet-as-honey maid from The Help). This show draws you in from the very first episode because the viewer is presented with a beginning – a group of diverse graduate students all vying for respectContinue reading “Fall 2014: What TV Shows I’m Watching”
Family Weekend (11/7-11/9): A Well-Deserved Break
I elaborately planned out this past weekend for when my parents would fly into town to come visit me in my first year of college. We were going to take a tour (led by yours truly) of the campus, watch an a capella concert, and go into downtown to explore Chicago. We didn’t really doContinue reading “Family Weekend (11/7-11/9): A Well-Deserved Break”
If Life Were Made Of Monday Afternoons…
It’s a Monday afternoon. I am on my way to the library. I just ate a huge lunch: 3 plates of taste good, feel bad food and 2 cups of coffee to offset the lack of sleep and food in my system. I am reading my agenda. A midterm lurks around the corner, deadlines forContinue reading “If Life Were Made Of Monday Afternoons…”
Time Definitely Heals Some Wounds
I was wrong in my last blog post. I was just irritated and angsty and in the mood for blood-related metaphor-filled language. Even if time doesn’t heal all wounds, it definitely helps lessen the pain and intensity of some. And that’s all I can ask for at a time like this.
Does Time Really Heal All Wounds?
In my lifetime I’ve had many wounds. Small obscure pierces artistically punctured to huge, bloody gashes. There’s a particular wound that’s characterized a large portion of my high school career. It was inflicted, scabbed over, peeled away, picked at, and scarred magnificently. Does time really heal all wounds?
I am the only freshman in my discussion group.
And I am dealing with this fact in the worst way possible. By capitalizing on it.
Cat Zhang 