I feel like it’s been ages since I last wrote (which, it kind of is but not really at the same time). It’s really a shame because there’s so many things to write about and yet the sloth part of me is like ah but won’t it be better to just waste time on the Internet instead? (The correct answer to that is NO). So I apologize readers for not keeping up with my writing.
I wanted to talk a bit about the curious act that is studying. I know, I know, I said that I’d write about money for my next What University Taught Me post, but I feel like I can write about this more. In fact, rather than declaring my next topic for the series, I’ll just go off what I’m feeling, just to keep readers on their toes~
*Just as a preface, this post will most likely be a bit scatterbrained but let’s just see where this path down the rabbit hole will take us~* Continue reading
Welcome to a brand spanking new series! (Which, by the way, why is the phrase called spanking new anyway? *googles etymology* Apparently spanking in the 1660’s meant ‘very big or fine’ usually in reference to horses…hm~) My friend Theo suggested doing a series to force myself to write more. As you guys have probably noticed, I haven’t been diligent in my posting. It’s not because I’m too busy or whatnot, it’s because during my spare time instead of blogging to improving my writing, I’m mindlessly scrolling through Facebook, Instagram, or surfing YouTube. And I’m pretty sure we can unanimously agree how effective those activities are… Continue reading
I now see where these rivers meet.
These great rivers
indifferent to our confusion
pulsing on to their final destination. Continue reading
Last semester I had a really excellent chemistry professor. In fact, he made me interested and intrigued by chemistry when before I was too busy stressing over it to appreciate it. And my newfound appreciation wasn’t due to spectacular grades or whatnot (because I didn’t get a mark I was fully satisfied with); it was because of my professor’s infectious passion and energy for learning chemistry. He made learning about molecular geometry seem as if it was the most exciting discovery. And he was the type to walk around the entire lecture hall and start every 8:30 morning class with a loud “GOOOOOOOOOD MORNING! It’s a beautiful day to do chemistry, isn’t it?” *regardless the fact that it was pouring outside or a blizzard* Continue reading
Like an egg
left out in the sun
scorched by its merciless rays.
For although the sun is needed,
sometimes it hurts too.
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As I scroll through the lists of apartments available in Iowa City, growing more and more overwhelmed by each new page, all of a sudden it hits me: is this how it is to be an adult? To have to find a house, figure out rent, pay taxes, get a job and all that jazz?
WHOA NOW. Since when did I classify into this category?-
Okay, yes, technically I am an adult since I’m 18 but still wow. This is a lot of responsibility for someone who’s still relatively new to the university scene and I already have to look for an apartment and figure out the stuff that my parents do?- Even as I’m typing this, I can see my parents shake their head with that experienced look in their eyes like “It was going to happen eventually! I told you so!-”
But still, please, I’m quite miserable with all this money and stuff. I don’t even know what an amenity is. Anemone? Sea-anemone? Nemo? Therefore, like Nemo, I’m looking for my own home?
Nemo or not I have to get all this stuff sorted out before February (yay). Wish me luck!
(just keep swimming, just keep swimming, just keep swimming swimming swimming, what do we do, we swim swim swim~)
University has changed me. In both good ways and bad.
But let me specify on perhaps what can be taken as a distorted mixture of both.
I have always wanted to change the world,
make it a better place,
improve lives. Continue reading