we’ll know each other forever [lifestyle]

This summer, when I arrived alone at the Zen temple with a toothbrush, two T-shirts, and a notebook, what had I been hoping for? Some semblance of freedom, surely.

specimens of self [lifestyle]

To: hiring@jobcareerstuff

where are you? [lifestyle]

TW: gun violence, school shooting

lindemann’s bathroom canned audio experience [lifestyle]

A building that one passes nearly every day, just on the commute to South Campus from North Campus, to North Campus from South Campus. One that many students (myself included) seem to use solely as a tool to check their reflection before heading to class, sneaking that furtive glance and playing it ...

triple point [lifestyle]

My ice powers have lain dormant for years. Yet, when news of last week’s blizzard hit Providence, I could feel them stirring. Knowing that these college years will be among my last unburdened by driveway shoveling, I promised myself I’d make the most of the storm. And so, I laid out my heavy-duty ...

response to a manifesto [lifestyle]

TW: r*pe, sexual harrassment

several things i wish i knew [lifestyle]

There’s so much I wish I had known before going into college. Not because I didn’t get advice—I received so much advice, and most of it ended up being garbage. But that’s the point of college, isn’t it? To find yourself and figure out what you want, not what the thousands of voices surrounding ...

all bundled up [crossword]

night at the museum [lifestyle]

I see London; I see France; I see a pair of old, faded blue-and-white striped boxers peeking out of some pure-math-super-nerd’s sweatpants, as he reaches even higher on the whiteboard, working on a problem that probably takes more patience than I am willing to expend writing about it. It’s midnight ...

containment, connection, and the spaces between [lifestyle]

This world is made of boxes. 

on identity and the unfamiliar [lifestyle]

It’s funny to think how much the passage of time can change our relationships to ideas, hobbies and beliefs. This is something I’ve been grappling with lately: How much of our present selves are defined by our past identities? 

joined forces! [crossword]

sitting on the steps of hope [lifestyle]

I was sitting on the steps of Hope when a woman asked to pray for me. The late morning sun peeked through a web of elm and oak leaves, and the breeze carried the springtime revival in its wisps. Shades of pink, ivory, and violet magnolia blossoms had begun to flower, enticing the beetles and the bees ...

last dance [lifestyle]

On January 28, the thought hit me. Or rather, I hit the thought, as if I’d been standing in front of it for a long time and had only just now had the bright idea to take a step forward into it: “What if I quit my ballet job?”