Over the years, I’ve observed an interesting phenomenon about Christmas. As a little kid, it’s all about the way Santa’s ability to do the impossible pervades everything we do, convincing us in the holiday season, anything can happen. Back when I still played tennis, the kids on my team fell prey to this strange mythContinue reading “As you grow older, your Christmas list gets smaller; the things you really want for the holidays can’t be bought”
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Guest Post: The Conductor
You can best offensive man on the pitch The best target man You can have a thundering right leg Blazing speed And faultless technique
Where you will find me when I’m “writing”
Not at home. Well, yes, sometimes I write at home, but if it were my world to dictate, I wouldn’t. At home, I’ll write in the comfort of my own bed (as I am right now). There’s some comfort in reclining on a fluffy pillow, bare toes wiggling beneath the covers, with easily accessible waterContinue reading “Where you will find me when I’m “writing””
MONTHLY LISTENING CLUB: DECEMBER
Hello readers, this is Colin. I’m a freshman at the prestigious Illinois State University and an avid Spotify playlist maker. Last year I started making playlists for each month to capture all the feelings and vibes that time of year gave me; Catherine and I have decided to include them on her blog. So withoutContinue reading “MONTHLY LISTENING CLUB: DECEMBER”
Guest Post: The State of the Senior
I didn’t get into college yet. There’s a mountain of homework that I haven’t started yet, at 6PM on Sunday. I’ve been furiously writing as many supplements as possible, in the hopes that maybe, just maybe, I’ll finish seven of them in two weeks.
Why can’t you be a writer when you grow up?
Have you ever heard of survival dance and sacred dance theory? Neither have I, until just recently. If you love reading, read the whole damn block quote that follows, because it’s amazing. Otherwise, just read what I’ve bolded. Harley Swift Deer, a Native American teacher, says that each of us has a survival dance andContinue reading “Why can’t you be a writer when you grow up?”
You are not alone: a monologue about college decisions
People are finding out about their colleges and on one hand, I am so happy for them. But at the same time, I want to rip my hair out Because I have hallucinated 6 times today Cruelly rejected myself 3 times and Twice ecstatically accepted myself and Once cold-bloodedly deferred myself. Tomorrow seems to beContinue reading “You are not alone: a monologue about college decisions”
How playing the violin changed my life
When I was in elementary school, my mother pushed my sister and I to take up piano lessons, a prominent Asian stereotype. Grudgingly, we complied for a few years, but I personally never felt satisfaction or even enjoyment from the activity. Perhaps it was because our teachers weren’t the most pleasant, or because the recordingsContinue reading “How playing the violin changed my life”
A memory I never had: a poem about poems
I’m standing on a stage, and I feel a billion pairs of eyes staring intently and expectantly up at me. I’m standing on a stage, and the whispers that float around in the downtime between acts fade into non-existence as I open my mouth. I’m standing on a stage, and I’m not holding a guitarContinue reading “A memory I never had: a poem about poems”
Poverty is utterly irreconcilable
Sometimes when I write on this blog, I cite a problem or frustration in my life, then sort of summarize how I plan to handle my frustration. But there comes a time when all you can do is recognize that a problem exists; there’s not always a clear solution or way for individuals to handleContinue reading “Poverty is utterly irreconcilable”