February, the month of love, is almost over. For me, love and college do not tend to flow with each other in the same sentence. Complicated is a more accurate description of my relationship status with my college, and that's not to say that I haven't thoroughly...
This is my last semester of college. I do not know how I managed to survive almost four years. Last night, as I laid in bed snuggled next to my friends in an attempt to wind down after a long day, one half-jokingly muttered, "I don't know why I'm still allowed to go...
I am in October, almost halfway done with my first semester of senior year and I wish the clock would stop for two whole days for me to catch my breath. But the hands keep spinning and I keep reading and writing and wondering how I became an adult before I let myself...
What is the point of senior year. My friend asked me that the other day. It’s the kind of question you ask out of misery, not the kind you want to someone to answer. The ritual of graduation is supposed to end this academic roller coaster (with the many dips, points...
More than halfway through my study abroad experience in Brazil and the lessons I have learned up until now are too plentiful to recount. I feel as though I arrived at the airport just last week, although the fact that I recognize street signs and know how to speak...
Approaching fast is the infamous March drain of motivation and enthusiasm across college campuses. There is a tangible difference in the tone of my friends' statuses online that range from directed frustrations to pleas for the break to come sooner. The phrase "time...
February 16, 2017 This is fourth week studying abroad in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. The city is a beautiful quilt, vibrant with mismatching swatches of metropolitan virtue and tropical nature. I will admit that it is not an easy place to live in but perspective changes...
This spring semester I won't be in California for school. Instead, I'll be studying in Rio de Janeiro. I boarded my plane a day after it starting snowing in Chicago and arrived in a jungle. There's so much green here. The weather waters my skin every moment of the day...
"Calladita se ve más bonita" "You look prettier when you’re quiet" I feel afraid sometimes and I can’t sleep at night. There are so many sentences I’d like spit out of my mouth so that they can become a sonic investment in this world of all the things I think about....
Music was never as important to me as it has been for the past two and a half years since I started my journey here at Pomona. Months after the August that I arrived, I started to miss, almost immediately, the sound of the accordion playing underneath melodramatic...