I received a job offer. I yelped. I called my mom. I took a nap. When I woke up, I had briefly forgotten about the past couples hours of my life. The same stresses still pervaded me. I still didn’t know what I wanted to do for the rest of my life. I still don’t […]Read more "the nature of recruiting is deeply unsatisfying"
I walked into OCR suite A08 and sat down on the other side of a wooden table in from two white men in suits. They have my resume in front of them. They ask me about my experiences. They ask me about the company. I answer promptly because I did my research. I read their balance […]Read more "don’t ask me how my first round went"
I am not successful. I am not happy. I am not thriving. I am not the person that graduated from my high school — an aspiring pre-med student full of hopes and aspirations. I am tired. Relented. Every night, I smoke a cigarette on my balcony when I come back to my off-campus home. I […]Read more "i don’t get it"
I came to the 88rising concert yesterday with excitement. I had earned a free ticket for my role as an ambassador, and I also to have had an additional ticket that my friend had given me. I took one of my best friends with me. After getting off at Girard Station, I walked to the […]Read more "i made a choice"
I looked at myself in the mirror of my friend’s apartment, listening to the pulsating beat of Pretty Girl playing at the darty happening next door — an event that I would probably never be allowed into throughout my entire life. I’m not particularly bothered by my lack of access; I have, after all, come to terms […]Read more "not enough"
I came to college with a desire to change. I wanted to reinvent myself from the awkward high school senior who shaped the past 18 years of his life through the pursuit of a goal that was ultimately not his. I came with a set of dreams — for myself, for the world, for something […]Read more "washed with a passing desire"
According to my privilege, at least. During the school year, when I purchased a dark roast from Green Line Cafe every day on my way to my first class, I never thought much about the casual money I had been shelling out to finance what may be a caffeine addiction. I wouldn’t know; an addiction […]Read more "summer tastes like an iced coffee"