The three and a half hours before my flight back from studying abroad in Korea found me scrambling around my emptied dorm with the aplomb of a newly headless chicken. Mom’s incredulous voice, on speaker, ascended from waves of blankets. Mom: You’re still packing? Me: No, I already have all the stuff in the big … More Consequences of Not Having Your Shit Together
Just when you think that, over the years, you’ve finally run through all the possible stupid ways to get stranded, it’s practically natural law that you immediately come across another. A month ago, I signed up for a volunteer orientation about half an hour off campus. In hindsight, I probably should’ve expected something to go … More I Somehow Stranded Myself Again
When people ask what my greatest fear is, I usually say failure or something just as uninspired, but that’s not entirely true. I actively avoid failure, but to say that I’m terrified of it would pose logistical problems because there are mirrors everywhere. What really haunts me is my ever-present fear of clogging the toilet. … More The Toilet of Shame
I think one of the primary metrics of how much you value yourself is what free things you’re willing to stand in line for, and how long. For instance, a reasonable person might agree to wait over an hour for a Hamilton ticket but not an ice cream sandwich. I, seasoned in waiting ridiculous lengths … More Just Biden My Time
