Nowadays, the first thing I see through my window when I wake up is bright scarlet leaves adorning the tree that ripples in the breeze by Alumnae Hall. I refuse to leave my dorm without throwing on a baggy pullover or cable-knit sweater. If you encounter me anytime between the hours of 2 and 5 p.m., ...
On March 9, exactly seven months ago as I started writing this, I opened a Google Doc, titled it “post- lifestyle article (IK),” and began writing something which came to be called “Notes on the Possibility of Home.” The piece walked through ideas I’d collected on what it means to fit into ...
In typical unfortunate October fashion, I’m inundated with due dates and midterms and fighting to keep my head above water. Recently, I washed up on the third floor of List after midnight, sleepily typing out an email to my professor—the studio door was locked, dashing hopes of meeting yet another ...
“No marriage till you’re 30.”
Faye Webster’s latest album stayed true to its title. Underdressed at the Symphony did not quite meet the 2024 standard of new indie albums. However, with her ongoing live performances, Yo-Yo Invitational, and recent singles, Webster is reminding people of her relevance and flair. While her current ...
The word “homesick” implies an illness—the disease of a constant longing to go home. However, this creeping feeling is more reminiscent of a sore muscle. Only when I am especially tired do I feel the tenderness and aches of trying to cling to my life back home.
I was bouncing home along the cobblestones of this beautifully-old college town of ours, Seven Stars baguette in my tote, with just the implication of fall in the cooling air and the first curled leaves underfoot. It was a lovely night. I was ready to happily spend it alone, making garlic bread and ...
Lights out. The resonant silence suddenly filled every underground dance floor in the world. Thousands of electronic music lovers held their breaths together with anguish as they slowly gathered to hear the news. Sophie Xeon, also known as SOPHIE, had passed away. On January 20, 2021, a representative ...
It starts and ends with the hills.
There is a draft of an article or an essay or a story or a narrative that is due today. Or yesterday. The dorm is dark, my roommate is asleep, and I sit cross-legged with my back against the cold, white prison wall of my room. I am attempting to write. I am in writerly crisis. I am experiencing writer’s ...
Holding my iPad against my body, I steadily lifted myself into the rolling chair. Once seated, I laid the tablet on my lap and peered out through the window. My grandma, a tiny Asian woman in a straw hat, was pouring water from a mug onto the garden plants in our front yard. After each watering, she ...
Lately, I’ve had a lot of those mornings that when I wake up, time just stretches, and I feel gelatinous. Like Jell-O. I’ve had more of them than I can count. I greet these viscous mornings with a groggy head and eyes that won’t open beyond halfway. A blindingly bright alarm clock mocks me. It’s ...
I first listened to BRAT a few days after it came out this summer, at the recommendation of my roommate. Other things my roommate has put me onto: cottage cheese, staying hydrated, and bell peppers. In fact, I’m borrowing her sundress as I write this. I take her recommendations seriously, so when ...
From the window, I can see rain pelting down. I like the rain. It is one of those things in life that can make one feel contrasting emotions—joy and distress, optimism and cynicism, rejuvenation and numbness—all in equal measure.
Nobody likes to be blissfully enjoying a weekend Ratty lunch only to be met with the sight of someone with whom they have less than pleasant memories. More times than I’m willing to admit, I’ve cursed this school for being too small and side-eyed my friend when we passed a few select people. The ...
Solutions by The State News
