Thursday, June 29, 2017

Friends Forever or Friends Until June?

Last Sunday, as I clinked glasses of sparkling wine with my roommate over unpronounceable Italian delicacies, I came to a somber realization: The two of us would be going our separate ways after graduation...

You Will Meet a Tall, Dark Reality

When Woody Allen’s sexual abuse allegations resurfaced last week and loyal fans slipped into a state of shock, I was reminded of an affliction called the Paris Syndrome. The name conjures up images of wannabe-hipsters...

It’s Alright to Skip Revelle in Rome

I went through the WebReg enrollment process last week with a sinking sense of finality. By signing up to spend my final quarter of UCSD in the likes of Pepper Canyon and Otterson Hall,...

21 Marks the End of Happy Birthdays

Once again, I will be bumped down to the bottom rung of the ladder: Out of all of my apartment-mates, I will be the last to turn 21. My roommate will be reaching this milestone birthday in a few days — even my Forever-Lazy-wearing apartment-mate will be able to buy a celebratory drink at Porter’s Pub after her last final.

Stank Face or Not, She Might Be Friendly

When my professor instructed everyone to pair up with a nearby classmate, my heart sank as I looked up to see a girl in a familiar, orange hoodie lock eyes with me. I had...

My Only Wish Is To Be Facebook Unseen

A friend once told me that, in an attempt to shame people into saving water, her summer apartment-mate suggested that they each “clock in” and “clock out” of the shower. Needless to say, the idea was quickly vetoed. “Read receipts” for Facebook Messenger remind me of this invasive, military-like idea — with timestamps displayed on your messages, you automatically feel pressured to respond more rapidly.

Nostalgia Trips Aren’t All Happy-Go-Lucky

Last weekend, I trekked over to Balboa Park with a few old friends to recreate pictures and memories of a day trip we had taken together freshman year. We had lost touch numerous quarters...

Christmas Has Lost Its Childhood Charm

December is here, which means that the quarter is almost over and Christmas is fast approaching. The sad thing is: I wouldn’t have even remembered Christmas was coming if it hadn’t been for those spam emails alerting me of every “door-busting” deal out there.

Everything Causes Cancer, But I Couldn’t Care Less

In elementary school,  someone told me that if my hand was bigger than my face, I had cancer. Falling prey to this line is akin to excessively heeding the “experts” who report that all things good and normal in this world are potential cancer hazards. You’re just setting yourself up for lavish panic attacks.