Staying on Top of Staying on Top of the News

Over the past few months, I‘ve become intimately aware of just how much I don’t know. If it’s not a shocking headline (of both the wait-when-did-this-happen-this-is-the-first-I’ve-heard-of-it and I-can’t-believe-this-is-actually-happening varieties) making me feel like I’m out of the loop, it’s my sheer lack of knowledge of how to respond to said headlines making me feel powerless. How…

I Went to Madrid and All I Got Was a Huge Reduction in Crime Rates

During orientation for my semester abroad, we were told that the biggest danger to us here in Madrid is pick pocketing. During orientation for my first semester at Hamilton, we were told that one of the biggest dangers to us was sexual assault. Honestly, I’ve felt physically safer here, in a foreign city speaking my…

¡Estoy en Madrid!

Yes, I made it. I figured out the airport,1 the metro,2 and the door to my host mother’s apartment, and settled down in Madrid with all of my luggage and most of my wits about me. I’ve been here just over 24 hours3 (I think–who knows what happened when I crossed all those time zones)…

Why I Spent My Birthday at the Hospital

It had a lot to do with the fact that my doctor only performs surgeries on Mondays, and my birthday happened to fall on a Monday this year.1 It also had a lot to do with the chronic pain I’d been experiencing for the past year. Ever since the Fall Break of my sophomore year,…

Does My Lipstick Match My Identity?

Earlier this week I had to get a surgical procedure done (more on that later, I promise), and the nurse prepping me for it asked that I take my piercings out. I declined at first, insisting that I didn’t know how to take them out–which wasn’t exactly true. The truth is, I could take them…

Switching Focus

I find life overwhelming. Sometimes I simply cannot believe that the world exists, that it holds war and pollution in pain, people that die too young and people who don’t bring themselves to care, alongside activism and nature and love, people that write poems and people who help each other for no reason other than…

Recognition

I don’t know what sets it off. One minute I’m enjoying dinner with my friends, squished together in a booth in the dining hall, and the next I’m panicking. I need to leave. Right now. My heart starts beating faster as I’m struck with the thought that I need to be doing something else, anything…

Update

I’ve been off schedule with these blog posts for the past couple weeks, which means I can no longer pretend that everything is okay. I can no longer point to my timely publication of thoughts and say, “my life is a mess, but if I can make time to post something coherent each week, it…

how do i phrase this

I really don’t know what to say. It almost feels wrong to sit here and attempt to write another thing about what’s going on, and especially to write something that won’t be entirely new or particularly useful. However, I believe words are powerful. In a lot of ways, words are what got us to this…

Dead End Connections

College is a horrible place to meet people. I mean, yes, at college you’re surrounded by thousands of peers all living under similar circumstances and with similar goals in a way you never will be ever again and all, but still. The sort of relationships with other people that colleges foster are peculiar. Some people…

I’m Not Like the Others—and That’s a Lie

Last year, I didn’t want to write, so I posted photo after photo of the sky.”I haven’t moved beyond noticing this pattern to analyzing what it says about me,” I wrote. Today, I will move in that direction. Take a quick scroll through my Instagram or Camera Roll, and you’ll see landscapes, not people. Part…

Other Lives, Other Selves

It’s easy to forget that people have entire lives that don’t intersect with yours. It’s easy to watch your parents mold their lives around yours and forget they had jobs, other thoughts, and other people to occupy their time before you were ever born. It’s easy to see people on campus organizing clubs, completing academic…