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9. April 2014

My College Bucket List

1. Watch a movie on a Friday night while eating healthy snacks with buddies.

2. Find someone with a fountain pen obsession and converse about models and inks.

3. Walk through the Duke Gardens on a lovely day with a pal. 

4. Stargaze and talk about life with friends.

5. Find a best friend forever. 

6. Get an internship. 

7. Have a fun, enlightening conversation with a professor.

8. Join a wacky/artsy/eclectic university club.

9. Visit the lemur center and eat waffles on a Saturday. 

10. Join in on a midnight Disney movie premiere or sing-a-long.

11. Participate in “out there” seminars.

12. Attend as many concerts and performances as I can. 

13. See a psychologist for the heck of it. 

14. Pester the people in the career development department until I figure out the rest of my life. 

15. Attend poetry/literature gatherings. 

16. Send post cards to my friends back home. 

17. Join a book club. 

18. Find fellow aquarists, and wow them with my fish-training past. 

19. Make a friend from each of the world’s continents. (Minus Antarctica)

20. Tutor Durham students. 

21. Join clubs that I’ll actually enjoy. 

22. Do something, anything with writing. 

23. Take a philosophy class. 

24. Subtly fall asleep on a comfortable couch in the library. 

25. Keep a journal, so that when I’m 40, I can read back on my college days. 

26. Go to a coffeeshop with friends and talk about life. 

27. Eat like an animal. (healthy foods only!)

28. Don’t procrastinate. 

29. Be organized.

30. Shake hands with someone famous or noteworthy. 

31. Get an article published in The Chronicle. 

32. Sit on a swingy chair with a pal. 

33. Start on an assignment directly after dental hygiene. 

34. Become a staff writer for the Chronicle.

35. Write drunk at a party (in my moleskine). 

36. Go on a 2.5 hour solo in the gardens without looking at the time or checking my phone. 

37. Stargaze with my pals. 

38. Twerk with a pFrosh.

39. Make a (successful) Vine

…to be continued…

Yesterday, as I sat on the neon paint-splattered and oversized bench of Blackwell, the chill air I inhaled exited in warmth. The street lamps burned as orange bulbs against the darkness that blanketed the night, and as I looked up at the cloudy sky reflecting the light below, I felt washed in the most pleasant feeling of longing and expectance. In a matter of weeks I’ll be under a different sky with different stars, but nonetheless it will still be the sky. 

I was here. Finally here in the present, not even fragmented into moments. I was simply here and alive, and all was well. All is well, and I was simply alive—existing. 

I longed for the summer but at the same time felt fine with it not being summer. There was pleasantness in the longing of something that will be so fresh and divine—it was the certainty of knowing that where I’ll end up will be good. 

Soon I’ll be in the outback of Australia and the lush green islands that make up New Zealand, but before all that I’ll be volunteering in Slovenia and God knows where in Europe by the end of the post-backpacking adventure. I have much to look forward to. 

I was at peace. The worries and doubts that rampantly flood my mind ceased and everything was perfect. How lovely it was. 

I realized there’s no need for this experience to be only an occurrence of the past. My future is uncertain, everyone’s future is uncertain, but when you whole-heartedly believe that everything will be okay, then everything in the now become okay too. The only thing we can be certain about is “I don’t know.” I don’t know how things will turn out, and I don’t know what I’m going to do with my life, but the one thing of which I am certain is that I don’t know. 

Maybe things will turn out badly, and maybe things will turn out well. I don’t know. You don’t know. But hey, what’s the point in expecting the worst if expectation itself lends no helping hand to the future and how it actually will turn out? Whether you’re optimistic or pessimistic doesn’t change what will happen, so why not just be the former? 

Because when you believe that everything will be okay in the end, then you let yourself breathe, and when you breathe, you live. And when you live, you do. Doing is the secret of progress.  

9. April 2014

A sensuous tingle that burns through my body,

It makes my nose crinkle ever so slightly,

A chill and 

A moist sensation—

You make me wet,


I hate spring. 

[poet commences to reach for a lotion-infused Kleenex]

"I began to realize how important it was to be an enthusiast in life. If you are interested in something, no matter what it is, go at it full speed ahead. Embrace it with both arms, hug it, love it and above all become passionate about it. Lukewarm is no good."

Roald Dahl (via lexestrex)

(Source: onlinecounsellingcollege, via say-cheesecake)


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