Because this ain’t my first time at the summer-in-NYC rodeo, I haven’t felt like I’ve had a ton of blog-worthy updates. But of course, that isn’t true. My summer has been pretty different — well, more like entirely different — than last summer. So if you’re wondering what I’ve been up to this time around, read on! Continue reading
Oh, Spain. Beautiful, sunny Spain. Where to begin? Because I prefer grey skies to clear ones most days, and almost all architectural styles to the Spanish styles I’ve seen in America, I didn’t think I would love Spain. But soon after arriving, I realized that Spain would probably be one of my favorite legs of the trip; I realized that as immediately as I fell in love with Budapest. It was a pleasant surprise to discover that Spain ended up being one of the standouts for me. Continue reading
The last week here in Oxford has been a quiet one. Since I last wrote, I’ve spent almost all of my time working through David Copperfield. One highlight, however, was showing my fellow llama Jamie around Oxford! I got to play tour guide for a day, visit a few of my favorite food spots, and of course, catch up with a friend. As there’s not a whole lot going on and I’m closing in on the end of my second term abroad, I figured I’d share some of the new habits I’ve picked up since coming to England in the hopes of inspiring similar self-improvement ventures. Continue reading
For a few weeks now, I’ve been delaying my next post for a variety of reasons. First, I thought, I’m going to a ball and London next weekend, I’ll write about that. Having been distracted by my stolen wallet (more on that), I then thought, I’ll wait until the election is over and I’ll write about that. Now, here I am, with far too much to say for one post, yet I don’t have much choice. So here’s a monster post with, predictably, my reaction to the election, and a big catch-up on Oxford life. I’ve written the parts separately, so feel free to skip around depending on what you’re actually interested in hearing me talk about (reading me write about?). Continue reading
In exactly two weeks from today, I’ll be in Ithaca, New York, preparing to move into my dorm on Friday, August 22nd. While I’m looking at pictures of everybody else’s dorms, my mom is bugging me about my somewhat lax approach to move-in. But here are a few reasons why I’m not freaking out. Continue reading
Yesterday, I returned from a 10-day family vacation to London and Paris and have finally came back with a keener understanding of what constitutes a good vacation for me. I surprisingly returned without major jet-lag and am enjoying some down time. Though the trip had ups and downs, I learned so much about traveling and even about what I want my life to be like for the next few years. WARNING: a rather lengthy, rambling, personal disclosure follows. Continue reading
Identifying as an Undecided major comes with a certain stigma. It implicates that just because you haven’t decided what you want to specialize in, you’re aimless, unfocused, or even apathetic. Here’s what I have to say about the matter: Who are you to judge? I don’t know exactly what I want to major in and I’m not convinced that everybody else does. On the other hand, I’m hesitant to brand myself “undecided” because I’m afraid that people won’t take me seriously. For instance, a certain alumni interviewer told me that he preferred speaking with kids who have a clear picture of exactly what they want to do, at which point I figured that he must not think much of me. I have a vague conception of where I want to be after college, but that doesn’t mean I’ve got it all figured out. And isn’t that okay?
I’ve recently started working at a small restaurant and have realized that I am a bad waitress. Don’t get me wrong–I do my job well, eagerly do whatever is asked of me, barely screw up orders, and behave in the most polite way possible. Aside from a few minor mixups, I hardly have problems waiting on tables. But I still believe that while I’m adequate, and occasionally maybe even good, I’m definitely not the best fit.
As we all lined up to make our entrance at the stadium (graduation was held on our district’s football field), I looked around at all of my classmates in the huge, baggy green gowns and saw a bunch of precocious 1st graders playing dress-up. But, of course, we were all mostly adults, finished with our compulsory education, and ready to begin the next phase of life. When did we grow up? And why don’t I feel like I’ve finished high school? There are certain milestones I can never imagine myself passing, like getting a driver’s license or graduating, yet here I am. It all feels very unreal–I think it’ll take me a long time to actually process the fact that I’ll never have to return to high school ever again. And so, another year has passed, another class has graduated. Here are some things that I noticed during the ceremony (other than how tiny we all looked): Continue reading