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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].”
An aunty will tell you that you should eat less while simultaneously being emotionally wounded if you say no when she offers you food.
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.
A few weeks ago I discovered that I have a Hulu account bundled
I didn’t really know what slam poetry was before high school, when a friend and I went to see a performance by Sarah Kay and Phil Kaye, probably two of the most well-known spoken word poets around. I never considered trying spoken word. However, a poem by Sabrina Benaim caught my eye and changed the way I view the power and purpose of poetry — as not just therapeutic but actively empowering.
There was your typical zoo fare, lions and tigers and bears, etc. However, I was also educated on some of the really cool animals that didn’t make it into the Wizard of Oz lineup. Here are just a few:
Today marks three months since the premiere of Spider-Man: Homecoming. The movie picks up with Peter (Tom Holland) starting his sophomore year of high school. He’s desperate to go back to the big
The best teas in terms of supposed weight loss (as ranked by online sources, most of which are recipe and fitness blogs run by rich, young, white, vegan girls) also tend to be the ones with more intense flavors or colors.
I’ve long maintained my love for the rock and metal genres, although admittedly I’m not very good at determining which songs fall into what category. Discerning genres is not my forte, so I often rely on Wikipedia and professional music reviewers to fill me in on what group plays what kind of music.