Counting

One. The night before my first Halloween at college, Jin Yong passes away. I find out in an email from my professor, and am reminded of another strangely connected week, my sophomore year of high school: we start reading Gabriel García Márquez on a Monday and he dies that Thursday. My first thought, both times…

Existential Crises at 3:33 a.m.

As the quarter drags on, students become more and more entrenched in the everyday stresses of life. The seemingly mundane, yet unavoidable, routine of class-lab-work-eat-sleep implants itself in our existences day after day, leaving exhausted students with limited time to contemplate their own thoughts about other aspects of their lives. Ironically, however, this may very…