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When we got to the topic of mortality, she asked whether I had read When Breath Becomes Air, and I said the usual “No, I haven’t, but I really should; I really wish I had more time to read.”
Here are the questions and answers, helpfully provided by the internet, that I found more pressing than the questions my professors had assigned this week:
Nuts are a type of fruit with a hard shell and edible seed. However, some of what we refer to as nuts in cooking are not considered nuts by botanists, like my personal favorite nut, the cashew. Nuts are the little seed houses of nature. They contain all the nutrients needed for little baby plants to grow up.
Ahh, I thought. This must be good. So I pressed play and listened attentively as a sociologist specializing in relationships and adolescent development explained how college campuses foster a culture of emotional distance. The lessons felt all too familiar.
During the week, I decided on a whim that I would try my own hand at it. It seemed so simple. Just mix up the batter, scoop it onto a buttered, heated skillet, wait 10 seconds, flip it, wait another 10 seconds and they’re done, right?
Obviously The Flash wasn’t going to just write off its lead, so I knew it was only a matter of time until Team Flash figured out how to get Barry back. But the premiere actually picks up a whole six months after his departure. Everyone has stepped up to fill the void he left behind, but no one more than Iris.
There’s a soundtrack to my living room and it’s Friends. My roommates and I will drop everything (sometimes literally) when those four claps in the theme song come on, and we’ll clap along with it. If you’re a guest, it’s understood that you clap too.
It is finally beginning to feel like fall, with the crisp air and the crunchy leaves and the arrival of pumpkin-everything merchandise. I hope you are all having a lovely October and that you will take advantage of the upcoming three-day weekend to catch up on sleep or just snuggle up with a good book.
When Trayvon Martin was murdered on February 26, 2012, he and I were the same age, the same build, the same height, the same gender and, most importantly, the same race. At that point in time, I did not have the vocabulary to express how his death made me feel. Now I understand that his death opened my eyes to the reality of American life, a life centered on white sensibilities and comfort.
The humble squirrel
It’ll be turning midnight, by which point I’ve already eaten all my meals for the day, but somehow my stomach still thinks there’s room for more. And not just a little bit more but a family-sized-bag-of-chips type of more.
I’ve learned quite a few interesting things since classes began at Hopkins, though many of them were not learned in a classroom.
Even the act of running sucks. People stare at you as you slowly jog past them, decked out in the sports clothing you wear once a year. The concept in itself is strange. Why run for fun? The idea is entirely contrary to the great many negative connotations that running has historically: mainly that we normally do it to get away from something bad.
If you’ve met me, you might know that I’m a big fan of “deep talks.” Whether it’s bonding with my roommates or with strangers at a frat party, I have a weird habit of staring people earnestly in the eyes and asking them: “What’s your biggest dream in life? What are you afraid of? Tell me about your childhood.” (Yes, I’m not even kidding. Now you know to steer clear of me at frat parties.)
It features many unique stylistic and form choices that give it a complex voice. The most glaringly obvious are the indentations which sometimes appear in the middle of his lines. For example, “We’ll never have you said another child [sic].”
In India, an “aunty” is a very special, strange kind of human. An aunty can be your middle-aged neighbor. She can be what some of your high school teachers turn into after you graduate. She can be one of the women in your parents’ friend group. She can be that relative who talks about how much you’ve grown every time she sees you.
Later, when we realized that library was actually good for something, we would rent videos to watch together. It was on that small screen that I watched The Princess Bride, I was introduced to the Sailor Scouts and that I first saw Totoro.
In less than a week, Marvel showcased the worst and best it has to offer on network television with the debuts of Inhumans on ABC and The Gifted on Fox.
While I do not shy away from talking about my past experiences, good or bad, I seldom express the emotions and trauma packaged with those memories. Rather, I opt to repress those feelings and hide them from others and even myself.