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We’re shape-shifting, my roommates and I. Transitioning mentally from freshmen and sophomores (nobodies) into juniors (somebodies). We’ve been around, we’re not the new kids anymore. We’re being seen and appreciated. It’s a mindbang. There was a coolike girl, Kathleen, who was a senior when I was a freshman. I had a mad, mad envy-crush on her. She was everything I wanted to be when I was scared and unsure about things. Kathleen was perfect., an example of success that, like a fulcrum, lifted our confidence. When she was around, I’d watch her, discreetly. She had this unconscious habit of touching her chin, with her index finger, when she was thinking. I swear, I found myself copying her, until Leong saw me do it once and said “Kathleen!” I was embarrassed. You can’t get away with anything around here. Kathleen graduated last year. I saw her once, in her graduation gown, from afar. I got emotional. Part of me wanted to rush over, give her a huge, congratulatory hug and tell her what a role model she’d been for me - even though we’d never even talked, but I was afraid she’d think I was a stalker.
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May 7, 2023
May 7, 2023 at 12:06 PM UTC
anaisvionet
mindbang
We’re shape-shifting, my roommates and I. Transitioning mentally from freshmen and sophomores (nobodies) into juniors (somebodies). We’ve been around, we’re not the new kids anymore. We’re being seen and appreciated. It’s a mindbang. There was a coolike girl, Kathleen, who was a senior when I was a freshman. I had a mad, mad envy-crush on her. She was everything I wanted to be when I was scared and unsure about things. Kathleen was perfect., an example of success that, like a fulcrum, lifted our confidence. When she was around, I’d watch her, discreetly. She had this unconscious habit of touching her chin, with her index finger, when she was thinking. I swear, I found myself copying her, until Leong saw me do it once and said “Kathleen!” I was embarrassed. You can’t get away with anything around here. Kathleen graduated last year. I saw her once, in her graduation gown, from afar. I got emotional. Part of me wanted to rush over, give her a huge, congratulatory hug and tell her what a role model she’d been for me - even though we’d never even talked, but I was afraid she’d think I was a stalker.
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White is for rice and brides - ready to commit. White’s for ghosts and clouds or even carnations but it should never, ever, be used for privilege or worse yet, as poetic inspiration. I’ve been waiting for the urge to write while facing an ugly screen of white. Waiting for the vowels to fall into place, for words to congeal and finally displace the awful, foreboding, blank white space. Learning is our struggle, our crown of thorns. The more we study and prepare for fall, the more excited I get to reenter those halls. 34 days until classes start. For fall weather, and the bee hum of crowded life in the dorms. My roommates and I are like a single, nameless thing - an emolument that happens to have 6 heads. We’ve beaten the freshman “imposter syndrome,” and we’re ready to bring sophomore year home - together - no muss, no fuss - I love that for us.
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Jul 28, 2022
Jul 28, 2022 at 12:49 PM UTC
anaisvionet
white rice
White is for rice and brides - ready to commit. White’s for ghosts and clouds or even carnations but it should never, ever, be used for privilege or worse yet, as poetic inspiration. I’ve been waiting for the urge to write while facing an ugly screen of white. Waiting for the vowels to fall into place, for words to congeal and finally displace the awful, foreboding, blank white space. Learning is our struggle, our crown of thorns. The more we study and prepare for fall, the more excited I get to reenter those halls. 34 days until classes start. For fall weather, and the bee hum of crowded life in the dorms. My roommates and I are like a single, nameless thing - an emolument that happens to have 6 heads. We’ve beaten the freshman “imposter syndrome,” and we’re ready to bring sophomore year home - together - no muss, no fuss - I love that for us.
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