Readers, I present: the mostly-forgotten-about-on-Valentine’s-day, otherwise known as friends.
It’s not a surprise that many of us have come to be addicted to our phones. We need things — Facebook, Instagram, Snapchat — and we need them fast.
Take a look at that last part. Our president, who continues to classify Mexicans as rapists, criminals and drug dealers, who opposes marriage equality, who consistently berates women and presents them as disposable, sexual objects, wants to ensure that no one who enters our country would dare to “oppress Americans of any race, gender, or sexual orientation.” How considerate.
Up until that point, I hadn’t considered the idea that people can have a telos too. It made me think — how do we go about defining our own? Would giving ourselves a telos cross the line between identifying ourselves and confining ourselves to a label?
In the middle of finals week, does hearing “Don’t be stressed” help at all? Does a “Don’t take it so hard” in the face of failure or rejection ever help reverse feelings of inadequacy?
It made me wonder: if we become well versed in the specific things that make us happy, is happiness a choice?
They’re smiling, they’re engaging, their focus is on the chalkboard. And you can see it on their faces — they’re learning.
I couldn’t help but smile, too.
When you came to Stanford, you said some goodbyes. Some were easier said than others. Some weren’t said at all.