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On running away

I didn’t know that working out was a habit that normal people engaged in, until I came to Stanford and witnessed a gaggle of students rolling out to the gym in neon sports bras and tightly laced tennis shoes. Ah, so that was why Stanford students were so attractive! Suddenly, I found that my former…

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…