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Commitment at Stanford

I sat in my room Thursday night contemplating all the places where I was not. I had canceled off-campus dinner plans to attend a club meeting, then stayed home from the club meeting to finish an assignment that was due the following day. While attempting to focus on the assignment, I surrendered to the black…

On the bad side of the weekend

The weekend seems like a strange, inescapable vortex. One in which time doesn’t exist, yet, simultaneously, time acts as the very force that propels the whirlwind of delusion and false security that so easily traps me. You’d think that I would have learned by now. I mean, I’ve been experiencing weekends my whole life. In…

The nappuccino

Over my time here at Stanford, I have frequently found myself caught in the middle of an uncomfortable tug-of-war between two of my fears: the fear of missing out and the fear of being unproductive. Until a few weeks ago, in my head, the obvious point of intersection between these two fears was located at…