Yesterday, my mom was going through a bunch of old papers and finding out what things she needed to shred and get rid of. There were documents from all parts of our lives, from Duncan (my lab who passed away almost three years ago) and his many medical procedures to…
Who am I without school?
I’ve been asking myself that question for the last month since classes started. Rather than running around campus, library to library, taking CTA to study downtown, or making coffee for my friends, I’m at home. I’m going to physical therapy, responding to emails at home…
Coming to terms with reality, with your new reality, takes a considerable amount of time.
After the most difficult and challenging week of my life, I just am in this weird mindset. Yes, I feel utterly drained and kinda empty in an instance, But on the other hand, I’m getting…
This is the first week in four years where I genuinely thought I might quit writing here.
Just give up. Never post, leave it unedited, and never give any sort of conclusion to things. I felt like this place served its purpose because for as long as I’d been writing…
Yeah, I watched Squid Game.
But as much as I want to think about the ending, all the weird plot twists, me diving into all of the weird YouTube breakdowns, I’ve sat mainly with the objective of the show itself: how grotesque and despicable late-stage capitalism will be and what…
I always think about how if I ever decided to be crazy enough to write a memoir or thorough account of my time in college, I don’t think I could script anything more unexpected than my actual life.
I got one of those Snapchat memories a few days ago from…
I think laughing has been one of the most frequently used coping mechanisms in my life.
I’m always thinking about how things are funny whenever they’re not. I catch myself laughing about how ridiculous the recent events in my life have been. I’ll laugh while I’m in pain. I’ll laugh…
I try to live with the self-awareness that nothing is forever, that everything you may have planned or had been prepared for can be gone at a moment’s notice.
I’ve been playing in my head how I’d write about what the last few days have been like. You’d think that…
A few days ago, through some random convos with friends, I remembered I had a journal.
I think I got the journal itself as a random birthday or graduation gift back in 2019, and I sporadically would write in it whenever I thought about it. I started writing a few weeks earlier via my laptop, but I was realizing how little it allowed me to think…
I don’t know at what age it clicked for me, but for as long as I could remember, I recognized how the world marked me. I was a Black boy, sure, but I was dehumanized and treated as less than throughout my time in schools. …
