This podcast is inspired by the following text post I saw on Instagram a few weeks ago:
“You’re not behind in life. There’s no timetable that we all must follow. It’s made up. 7 billion people can’t do everything in the same order. What’s early? What’s late? Compared to who? Don’t beat yourself up for where you are. It’s YOUR schedule and everything is right on time.” Continue reading
I’ve just been really sick and tired and overwhelmed and homesick lately. If I were still living at home, I’d have gotten over this sickness weeks ago, but lo and behold, it’s still plaguing me. I’m detoxing now…the best ways I know how… Continue reading
I’m trying to commit to this in college, and it’s going pretty well so far.
It’s not a complete solution to my insecurity, but hey, it’s a start.
2) Eating by yourself.
Lots of people do it; at the dining halls here, loners eat in front of a TV together. Everyone’s on their phone (this bothers me), and I try to force myself to just sit and eat my food.
There’s no shame in eating alone. Not everyone has the time to wait for a friend…some of us are in hurries to get to class; we just need something in our stomachs. Continue reading
I don’t like the cultural shock; I like the cultural awe.
The following is an interview that I did with my friend Natalie, who is an international student (class of 2018).
Where are you from?
I’m from Hong Kong. Born and raised there.
What is the most offensive thing that someone has said to you?
A girl…walked by and she was like, “so you and your friends are the ‘Asian gang’?”
It’s not offensive, and it’s the truth, but the way that she put it, it was very stereotypical. Continue reading
1. You don’t understand someone’s struggle until it has happened to you.
Even then, all you have is one personal account. One page of writing, a roll of film, a 7:21 video, even a blog post isn’t sufficient to explain the experience. You could fill a book with thoughts.
2. Some life pursuits are stumps.
They don’t grow, they just get soggy with all of the water you sprinkle.
As long as I live, I will never find meaning in drawing. I can draw, but that’s about it, it will never be anything but an activity to me. We don’t rip the stump out of the ground, but we don’t contribute anything meaningful to it.
3. Peer pressure operates in small ways.
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
Disclaimer: I don’t intend this blog post to be a blanket statement about people getting erections in public. Oftentimes it’s not personal nor intended. I totally get that. I just think that the details in yesterday’s scenario make it so that this could not have been a coincidence.
Where I work, there’s a grown man who comes in often enough that I recognize him and consider him a regular. I knew his order and always greeted him with a smile, making conversation because I genuinely believed that he was a delightful, pleasant person, but I never (until very recently) took a look at his pants.
How could I miss something so…obstructive??
It turns out that this was not a unique occurrence but rather, a tradition of sorts…
In my mind, I was grossed out. I started panicking. It was disturbing! God damn sir, you’re in freaking public! In gym shorts! There are children at that table! And grandmas!
What even is sexual harassment anyways? Or is this sexual assault, or abuse, or is this all just in my head? I don’t care about some official definition; if something makes me so uncomfortable in my own skin that I get upset at work, it’s sexual harassment to me.