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Scout Finch

“‘And you -‘ she pointed an arthritic finger at me – ‘what are you doing in those overalls? You should be in a dress and camisole, young lady! You’ll grow up waiting on tables if somebody doesn’t change your ways – a Finch waiting on tables at the O.K. Cafe – hah!’” I just wanted to … Continue reading

The Magnificence of Lists

I’m thinking about lists today. Lists to organise, lists to prioritise, lists written simply to list excellent things. You could list your favourite words, places you want to travel, jobs you want to apply for (that’s my life right now). I recently got so overwhelmed with my situation and feeling stuck in a rut that I … Continue reading

Graduating, Fairy Lights and Frasier

Passion. Risk. Preach what you practice. These were the messages I received at my recent graduation ceremony. I wrote them down in my diary that night so I wouldn’t forget the speaker’s advice. Graduating was an honour, and one of those moment’s that really felt like a landmark to me. When I look at the … Continue reading

In The Heat of the Final Essays

It would be a total cliché to start this post by saying, “You know, I haven’t posted a blog in two months,” but I just came out of a lecture for my Adaptation and Transgression class and the professor’s whole thesis was based on the politics of cliché, so I feel like this merits some extra-credit. This week … Continue reading

Cross-campus Running and the Afternoon Slump

Today in class we were answering questions about mycotoxins and wheat stem rust and other random things (we’re required to take a breadth subject, which basically means topics can range from anthropology to African drumming). Our tutor knowingly stated that we were about to go over time, but that just made everything he said after … Continue reading

I think I opened a gate

Do you ever sit on the train ride home and think to yourself, “Gee, I’m 90% sure of where I parked the car. Unless that spot was yesterday…” and then, “I can barely remember what I did this morning, let alone last week’s breakfast, or choice of pajamas. WHERE DO ALL THE POINTLESS MEMORIES GO?” … Continue reading

A Sleep-Deprived Post

Mum and I got home after 1 am last night after a concert, so now I’m an emotional zombie (not the brain-eating type, just the lack of spatial awareness type of zombie– though, if you’re reading this, you’re probably a voracious reader, and I’ll bet your brain is large and TASTY). And the fact that … Continue reading