Fall break, and I’m sitting on my childhood bed with my violin at my feet. I would have updated sooner, but the academic push up to break has demanded nothing less than my full, unwavering, attention. A chemistry exam that was quite frankly brutal, a partial scientific paper on sgRNA transformation, on top of the “weekly maintenance” for classes and my…
Category: Weekends
Rest and Relaxation
College can be stressful. You have all these things to turn in on time, away from home, new people, and if you as unlucky as I was the first semester, and 8:30 class. *gasps* At Wellesley is where I came across the idea of self-care. Essentially taking care of yourself when you feel stressed out. Or doing so regularly to maintain a happy mind. The…
A Series of Surprises: I update you on five months of my life
Long time, no see, my dear readers! So much has happened since I last wrote to you from Copenhagen. Things have fallen back into place, into new formations, and I’m starting my senior year with kind of clarity that earlier in my Wellesley career I would never have expected. I’ll just run through the last few months of my life,…
Class Trip 2.0
This past Saturday, my peace and justice class took a trip to a community organization in Boston called DSNI. The Dudley Street Neighborhood Initiative (DSNI) is an organization that we had been studying in our class. The organization serves to advocate for the people of the Dudley Street neighborhood in Boston. The people in that community are mostly immigrants, people…
MarMon
I had my first MarMon this past Monday. The Boston Marathon, held on Patriot’s Day every year, runs through Wellesley. In order to help celebrate the marathon and to enable the students to get involved, Wellesley’s administration gives the students the day off to go cheer on the runners. Throughout the year, upperclassmen have told me about this particular day. How special the…
Sculpture and Sunshine
Daylight’s savings time has now arrived in Denmark, bringing with it ridiculously long days to contrast with the fleetingly short days of my arrival. It’s already 8:30pm as I write this, and the sun has yet to completely disappear below the horizon. Today felt like full on summer. I brought my book out into the sun on the front porch…
