That Shreya lives just down the hall from me means I get to see her in the wee hours of the morning, when the most I’ll do is grunt at her in the bathroom. It means I get to raid her room for milk when mine has gone sour after sitting in the fridge for four weeks. Continue reading
Colin is one of my best friends. I have always been confused as to why this is, since we have very few mutual friends. I know that if you read this and you know both of us, you’ll be confused, because we don’t have much in common.
But I don’t have to justify our friendship to ANYONE! Continue reading
My friend Colin showed me this letter that Frank Ocean wrote to himself-five-years-ago:
You won’t believe the direction your life goes! You made it through junior high and high school, and now you’re off to college. Your friends today will not be your friends for long…you’ll abandon some, some will abandon you, and it will be painful, but it will make you the person you are five years from now. Continue reading
I am not yesterday’s news.
I am not a visage living in your shadow.
I am not a crumb on the side of the plate.
I am not the white space or the void.
I AM! Continue reading
soph·o·mor·ic: adjective: having or showing a lack of emotional maturity: foolish and immature
What a hopeful outlook society has adopted for a high school student’s second year of high school!
Before year 9 you won’t take this advice very seriously because you won’t really know what I’m talking about. Every year you’ll read this letter again and understand it a little better than you did before. And you’ll find out that what I’m saying is true (in some respects, at least). And you will look back when you graduate and regret a little bit but we’re not all perfect, are we?
Last year, around this time, I wrote a letter to my sister, Victoria, addressing the topic of freshman year…since then it’s become one of the most popular and constantly visited posts on this whole blog.
So I’m here to shed a little knowledge about your second year, and I hope my experience might help you along.
My dearest Vicky,
You’re not hot shit. You’re still an underclassman. You will undoubtedly exhibit behavior seen as unjustifiable, unwarranted by the upperclassmen, and next year, you will also see it as such. Continue reading
To put it simply, Bryant is my oldest friend. We’ve known each other since the beginning of time, way before pre-school began. During the rough elementary years, we didn’t attend school together, but I think I saw you here and there at tennis practices and remembered the fun times we’d had as toddlers, toddling around Disneyland and North Carolina and whatnot. Continue reading