Data structures and OOP are not enough to be successful after graduation. — Hacky, scrappy, piece-meal, I’ve cycled through all of these adjectives to describe my non-traditional CS degree. It’s not that I didn’t have a quality education; on the contrary, I think my CS degree is the best possible amalgamation of knowledge I could’ve hoped for. When I was a freshman, however…

Why quarantine has forced us to obsess over our emotions — I was chatting on the phone with one of my good friends a while back when she explained: “I don’t know why, but I keep thinking about my ex-boyfriend. He’s coming up in my dreams, I keep wanting to reach out. And meanwhile, I feel confident in my new relationship…

What I’ve learned from 10.5 months of having my office in my home — I’ve always dubbed the place that I live “my hovel.” The label makes me and my friends laugh. When I feel that where I live is a hermitage, it becomes a home. …

The ‘Tok was my rock — I typically live and work in Washington, DC. I have a group of friends there; we all went to college together, graduated in the same class, and wound up living in the same city shortly after we graduated. Over 11 months between our graduation in May 2019, and the start…

And how it introduced me to myself — I feel like many of my friends don’t realize that I was a big theater kid for a large part of my adolescence, but they’re all definitely aware that I’m 1) highly dramatic and 2) deeply introspective. So, I decided to dedicate a post to my short-lived career as a…

The fascinating, complex, and exclusionary sport that says a lot more about our society than you may realize — I don’t know about you, but I spent this weekend listening to the new and EPIC Miley Cyrus album, Plastic Hearts (especially the title song), while I skied, and contemplated the elitism underpinning the sport I love so dearly. Skiing makes me happier than almost anything else I’ve ever done…

Do not go gentle into that dark night — Chris, the subject of this post, is one of my dearest friends. Today is his birthday, and this story is my gift to him. Chris and I have been as thick as thieves since the day we got to know each other, and this story is one of the earliest…

Stories of my dad continued… — I really hate blackbirds, and I’m starting to think it’s linked to this story. I actually specifically hate red-winged blackbirds. I used to be attacked by a barrage of them each morning on my walk towards Northwestern University. They were nesting, and they tend to be very aggressive. They often…

Throughout college, I collected many of what I call “lovers,” sometimes also referred to as “suitors” of mine. And what I mean by lovers and suitors were boys that I casually interacted with on a somewhat regular basis who I liked, and who would never find out that I liked…