Life changing, yet subtly, gently, pushing you toward the next big moment in your life.
I can almost see them — the ghosts.
I was nostalgic for a version of myself who didn’t quite exist yet. And, to be frank, it made me appreciative.
Crisp air makes my skin feel endless, unable to tell where my body ends and harsh reality begins. All I can notice are my fingertips. Which seems weird.
Two weeks ago, I failed a math midterm. Relatively speaking, I guess. I just... ran out of time.
I’ve been wanting to walk up to MIT, shake her hand, and say “Hi. I’m Paige. I don’t think we’ve met.”
We often get into the mindset that if we can theoretically handle a certain academic load, then we should. After all, that is what got us through most of school before college.
In the moment, and even now on occasion, I told myself that nothing felt enjoyable during COVID.
I think we often take the convenience of the internet for granted. There is nothing convenient about sprinting from Building 2 to Building 56 in 10 minutes.