We are halfway through the semester, and for most of us, things are just as confusing as they were at the beginning. We’re still stressed, lost, overanalyzing every decision we made up to this point, regretting the choices that left us in spaces of uncertainty and doubt. But hey, that’s showbiz baby.
I would say that when it comes to life advice, I am an expert in a few categories. I can recommend a really good fake tanner that isn’t streaky and lasts a long time. I can tell you where to get the best turkey and avocado sandwich in the United States (the Texas Wave at Hester’s Cafe in Corpus Christi, TX). I can also let you know that Birkenstocks don’t look good on anybody, and that is not an opinion, that is an established fact.
When Jensen Montambault was an undergraduate at UVA, she chose to divide her time between two disparate fields of study--Environmental Science and English Literature. She went on to obtain a doctorate in Interdisciplinary Ecology and has since written extensively about climate change and its impact on modern societies.
Rule #1: Do not deny yourself the actual human emotion of being nervous. That’s ok. Chances are, the only reason you are nervous is because you’re creating something “unconventional.” Remember that your race and your stories do not make you unconventional.
Rule #2: With that said, do not show that you are too nervous. Don’t give them any excuse to pity you or your work.
She raised the tequila to her lips and tilted her head back. It would take some time for the confidence to set in, so she waited.
“I have a paper due tomorrow. I don’t really give a shit. I’m going to wake up early to finish up my conclusion,” said the guy standing next to her at the bar. He had bought her the shots, roping her into a conversation she had no desire to be apart of.
two empty bottles of Advil lying askew, another only a quarter full sits upright
an ice pack long gone warm slouches against a dirty mug
an empty pack of menthol juul pods perches on top a mound of dirty cotton pads,
smudged and smeared with mascara that was supposed to be waterproof
Let's talk about spirit. In 1991, Nirvana reminded us that it “Smells like Teen Spirit” and since then things have never been the same. Actually, I’m not really sure if that song changed how society viewed spirit, especially because the song wasn’t particularly spirited, just really angsty, but nevertheless, still a bop. But let’s get back to spirit. Spirits, spirituality, team spirit, the spirit of who we once were and the spirit of who we hope to be. October is an incredibly haunting month.
We’ll sing it o’er and o’er,
But never did they tell us of
The years of pain and gore.
We desecrated tombs and graves
To mock and thea’trize horr’r,
We brutalized black bo-odies