Going over the slide about Partners in Health for my exam. Reminds of me how I was introduced to them through the book Mountains Beyond Mountains. In high school, when we were seniors, we had to submit what our favorite book was and they would make bookmarks of it for National Library Week or something. I chose that book because it was the most inspiring book I’ve read in high school in terms of developing my own personal philosophy about life. Well one other chose the same book. But what I didn’t realize pissed me off at the time was that she didn’t even read the whole book, so she said. Then I proceeded to tell her how her supposed favorite book is awesome and that she should really read it. Looking back, I should have been more blunt in my responses in asking why she would choose a book she hadn’t read. Anyways, she probably chose it cause it seemed like a cool book to be into, but this slide on this PPT reminded me of this. The other book I would have chosen was Looking for Alaska, which a girl I recommended it to chose! Yay me, spreading the love!
“His girlfriend went home.”
Submitted by: Leo K.
Location: South Korea
I’ve been having nightmares. Or pleasant dreams turned unpleasant. Then I wake up to see I’ve slept for only a few minutes.
I just need someone to say “go Christina go. You can do it. Go go go go.” College is much different from high school. Your friends just show sass and grump but in high school friends know you’re all in the same boat and they send you lots of love and energy. I miss that.
I just have no self motivation. Or motivation, period.
Go Christina go!
Sometimes, I feel things only through listening to the same song over and over again. Whenever the song gets tired and old or when I’ve moved on to another song, I know I’ve moved on too.
remember those middle school crushes? like when you’re 12 or 13? they still happen when you’re in your 20s. they might even happen for the rest of your life. and there’s something so exciting, so innocent and pure about these crushes. it’s a mystery how interactions with these crushes can just make you oh so happy, without any real substantial reason at all. i will give 3 examples.
one of my friends was in love with her TA. i mean granted he’s super hot. but the way she obsesses over him is truly the way a little girl would over her idol. the other day he came to the library to pick up a book and she helped him check it out, and she mentioned being in the class and etc. she recounted the whole conversation to me. because it made her happy and she remembers not being able to stop smiling for a whole hour after that incident. now that’s totally crushing.
another friend helped bring this band to her school. okay, so the guy was a little older, but he was cute and musicians are hot. anyways, the whole night she kept telling her friend she fell in love. she doesn’t have a phone at the moment so they exchanged facebook names and he hasn’t accepted her friend request, so she’s crushed. but that’s the other side of having a crush….it can crush you. falling for a crush in that way is always hard so i try to avoid it, but hey…it happens.
then there’s me. i had a crush on a classmate in section this semester. it started from the very first day. idk what it was about him, but everything about him attracted me. of course i was too shy to do anything about it. but we acknowledged each other a few times outside of class. and just last week had a real conversation about why the other was at some random building downtown one day when we bumped into each other. he thought my name was my last name (common mistake). we laughed. i believe there was chemistry. but of course, today on our last day of section i just ran out of the classroom when it ended. too chicken to talk to him. and sadly, that will probably be the extent of my interactions with him.
still….it can be fun having a crush. i wish it happened more.
cue angsty Best Coast and Coconut Records music.
It’s Friday! Quittin’ time.
This is what hatred for no reason looks like.
never felt so much joy in having acquaintances. fleeting interactions that make you feel connected. if even for a moment, they all add up.
“ Every single immigrant we have, undocumented or documented, is a future American. That’s just the truth of it. ”
one of the biggest turn offs on the dance floor for me is telling me i’m doing something i’m not?
please don’t tell me i dance like a baby to make me grind with you.
also don’t tell me that i’m being shy if i don’t want to make out with you.
secret turn-on? beautiful hands….i’m a sucker for pretty hands, what can i say.