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Stressfulness of relaxation

Before college, I was never really into the appeal of things like yoga and meditation. Living in Los Angeles meant always driving past SoulCycle studies and smoothie bars. I couldn’t go to the post office without having to encounter swarms of women leaving the yoga studio next door. Of course, I was naturally distrustful of…

Death by deadline

The room looks foggy. The lights are flickering between fluorescent white and dimmer yellow to the tune of crackling electricity. Or are they? All I can hear is my heartbeat. Pounding. I blink. It’s like sandpaper is underneath my eyelids. My fingers move at inhuman speed over the keyboard, flitting intuitively between the letters, a…

Got rain?

Weekend nights are for writing — that’s what I tell myself, at least. Why bother with parties, bars and crowds when I’m perfectly capable of being awkward and weird all by myself? I got back to my studio in Escondido Village last Saturday night and the blank pages splayed across my desk called to me…

The self on paper

Stanford’s regular decision applications were just due last week, and the flurries of eager high schoolers visiting campus are beginning to slow as they hunker down for the excruciating wait for admissions decisions, coming out around April 1. Like most college students, a big part of me assumed that upon being admitted to my dream…

Make sleep sexy again

To my long lost lover: Though I’ve foolishly replaced you with Stern Dining cappuccinos and Market at Munger energy drinks, I still love you like a love song baby. Romeo and Juliet, Chuck and Blair or even the infamous Jack and Rose of “Titanic” cannot hold a candle to our forbidden love. Let’s talk about…